Thanks, msbelle. Even with everyone home, I haven't been doing much with my arm, except trying to stretch it as I was told to. I'll probably look over the fridges to see if there is anything that needs to be chucked before trash day tomorrow and then make a meal plan that uses up what needs to be used. That's about as ambitious as my day looks right now.

Thanks Jesse, One of those Hanes styles is closer than anything I saw in the stores. I will try and if it's a no, then I'll buy some men's.

Nothing like getting all set up for your Monday morning meeting, only to look at your calendar and remember that it got moved to the afternoon. I brushed my hair and everything.

I have been quietly coveting those 'vogs for a while (or something close--I think there's a low heel or flat version?), and it delights me beyond measure that another Buffista is going to get to glory in them.

sj, vibing for pain relief and so glad you've got a bit of quiet and respite at home.

I had an inadvertently semi-lazy weekend, due to totally nonsensical irrational stabby leg pains that kept me on the couch with an extra-long heating pad wrapped around the leg. Part of me would rather have been up and about and doing, but OTOH I read an entire book in a day, which I haven't done in far too long (not a great book, but a decent one, and obviously extremely readable: Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate, a novel about a family of victims and survivors of baby thief, childnapper and destroyer of families Georgia Tann, whom I already knew about from an episode of the podcast Criminal). And I saw a cheesy Hulu suspense film (Run) that couldn't possibly have been more by-the-numbers but also starred Sarah Paulson, who gave every one of those numbers her all and elevated it from trash to solid gourmet popcorn.

I'm still working my way through Isabel Wilkerson's Caste, which is maybe a quarter the length of her first book but still dense and an emotionally difficult read, so definitely not a book-in-a-day kind of thing. Next up for fiction, either The World My Wilderness by Rose Macauley or Atwood's Alias Grace.

Did make it out to church yesterday despite the stabby pains (risks minimized as much as possible: very short service, limited attendance, masked and distanced, windows open, no singing or even talking loudly, everyone--all 10 of us--signing in w/contact info for contact tracing if any attendees test positive at any point in the following 14 days), where the parish secretary's chihuahua Coco exploded with joy at the sight of Matilda and then just melted into a puddle of bliss while she skritched him.

His human said that whenever they go out for walks and he sees children, he starts prancing and wriggling with excitement because after the last couple of years of Matilda and her cohort at church, he just naturally expects all children to be gentle and doting dispensers of skritches and snacks. She's very watchful with him because of course most children are not Matilda and her cohort, which is just endlessly bewildering to him.

It reminds me a little of Matilda herself when she was a toddler; she'd sometimes brighten up and gravitate towards any random tween boy she happened to see on the bus because Emmett had instilled in her the belief that tween boys are warm and doting and want nothing more than to spend all their time making toddlers happy, and then when they completely ignored her because, well, none of them were Emmett, she found it deeply confusing.

JZ, thanks. Pain~ma to you as well, and that is quite the reading list.

I've just noticed that the pain fog has lifted a bit and not everything feels completely impossible, which is nice.

Oh, may that pain fog be on the way out!

And that pain fog was with all the pain meds.

I hope the pain improves for you both, sj and JZ. Glad the fog is lifting some, sj.

I messed up my ankle the weekend after Thanksgiving in 2009. And almost 11 years to the day, it decided to ache like a mofo all yesterday. Not sure what I did to set it off, or if it was just some sort of anniversary psychosomatic thing. Anyway, it's much better today. And my impulse order of Marshall's Mackinaw fudge (accept no substitutes!) arrived this morning, so I'm calling it a decent day.

Glad to hear some of the pained Buffistas are improving. I spent the four-day weekend mostly lying down with a heat patch on my back. I DID manage to get two weeks' worth of laundry done, which helped. I had, however, to do some furniture rearranging - mostly smaller pieces of furniture that I CAN move myself (bookcases I move by putting an old towel under one edge and then lifting and shoving from the other side). I watched some old DVDs, read, watched a little TV. Didn't do anything at all special for Thanksgiving, but enjoyed being able to lounge around being lazier than usual.

My boss had sent me a fairly time-consuming project (analyzing some responses to sessions at a virtual conference). There was one minor thing which I asked him about - it was something he'd glossed over - and it turned out it wasn't anything he specifically needed but he spent 20 minutes going over the parts that I did understand. bah! Monday!

My rescheduled morning meeting got canceled. I'm glad I didn't brush my hair again.