Thanks for the info, Scrappy and Kat. It makes me less suspicious of what's going on in my legs, but still think I should bring it up with my PCP next time I see her. But maybe don't need to rush in to see her, just make a regular check up appointment.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Going to a fancy potluck lunch today. Will report back.
Bathroom update: floor ripped up. I can report that sometime in the 40s, it had brown flowered linoleum. There are holes in the wall, as they started taking the tile off around the bathtub. Like a lot of older LA houses we have a separate bathtub and shower. Since we only have one bathroom, they're doing the bathtub first, so we can still shower, although it is odd showering in a construction site.
So far today, I have taken the car to the dealership for scheduled maintenance and now I am sitting at home wondering if they are going to call and tell me all of the collision repairs means it is no longer under warranty.
I may go back to sleep instead.
I had a whole plan to get up and run before it was hot out. Then I hit snooze for an hour (and eventually got up and made breakfast and stuff) and now it's almost 11AM. So much for that plan. Maybe tomorrow?
I really should go do things. Even if those things are, like, shopping. But it's one of those "if I'm going to Store, I should also go to Other Store, and grab that thing I need to return, and should really bag up some of the things I need to get rid of and donate, before I do that...or I could just sit on the couch because dammit it's the weekend"
Oh, yes, Over-Ambitious Girl, the bane of people trying to get things done. Always scolding for not doing Something More when you're just pleased to get Something done.
I am in my pajamas still, but soon I need to start running errands because I just agreed to meet a friend at a sports bar to watch Game 7 tonight.
The only thing I'm getting done, today, is baking a strawberry-rhubarb pie. Anything more than that is strictly gravy. But not for the pie.
I have achieved outside pants.
I went to the grocery store and to the booze store. Now I'm simmering some mulberry juice with the idea of making a more blackberry-ish version of grenadine for a half-thought-out variation on the scofflaw cocktail. If it works out, I'll share with friends. If not, I'm sure I'll find other uses for the rye.