Good to hear you are walking, meara! I hope your recovery continues.

It's self-appraisal day here. I cannot remember any of my accomplishments from the last year. Surely I had some? Ssems like I must have.

Well, you didn't rage quit your job! That's a start!

Yeah, they may say that. But I'm hoping "if we take out some of the metal you're likely to have a better range of motion" would be an answer. Because while my range of motion has improved some, it's still pretty pitiful. Hard to walk down stairs.

It's still pretty early as far as, like ligaments and whatnot recovering, isn't it? Seems to me I've been told they take longer than bones.

Ha, yeah that is an ongoing project! That I'm not telling my boss about. I came up with 6 things, that's probably enough. I guess I'll leave the doc open on my desktop for a while in case I remember something else.

Not sure, but I read some studies that basically said if your range of motion sucked shortly after surgery it wasn't going to get tons better a year later, that people who still had range of motion right after stayed a lot better.

Zen, any input or thoughts? I know you had further complications because your bones were secretly rebroken or something?

I just discovered that you can play Carmen Sandiego in Google Earth and in unrelated news I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day hold my calls.

I'm kind of with Jessica on used book stores. There was a store in Chapel Hill, NC, called The Bookshop where you never knew what you'd find -- in a good way. Sadly, they closed some years ago.

Yeah, all the good ones in Seattle have closed. There's supposed to be one near Olympia that specializes in SF/Fantasy/Horror/Vintage Romance, which means I need to do some research and convince Pete he wants to do a road trip.

My grandparents closed their bookstore when it my grandmother's health started to deteriorate and they had to move into assisted living housing. (The bookstore was in the barn attached to their house, and to get from one to the other you had to either walk down the icy narrow steps outside or the rickety narrow steps inside. After the third time Nana fell, her kids staged an intervention.)

Most of the inventory went to another store a couple of towns over, and my grandfather is still involved in managing those sales, but I'll always miss the family tradition of going into the barn to "shop" for our own Christmas presents.

We have a local group that takes books, DVDs and CDs as contributions, sells them cheaply and uses the money to fund literacy programs. I donate to them regularly ... and if you have enough books, they'll come and pick them up.

Someone just asked me if I'm available "next Saturday." I said, "do you mean this Saturday or the 23rd?" She said, next Saturday. So that means the 16th, right??

Timelies all!

Alas, I have no pie.