I slept in, with the active connivance of the entire Crack Coon Cat Nursing Team, and am slowly getting myself into order. I don’t appear to have acquired any new aches or pains overnight, which is good; the knee is considerably less swollen, which, of course, will make it that much more difficult to remember to give it its tithe of ice and elevation, but I’ll do my best. Good thing I put the footstool back under my desk. My ribs are kicking up much less of a fuss today than I had feared they would do, which is really more good luck than I deserve, especially as it’s supposed to rain today, and! (naturally enough) I expect a shipment of several cases of books which UPS will bring to the porch. The back-up plan there is a tarp (since it’s a covered porch), but I’d really much rather bring them inside.
At three today, I’ll be talking to Tony Daniel in his melant’i as host of the Baen Free Radio Hour, on behalf of Liaden Constellation, Volume 3. I’ll let y’all know when that episode is to air.
At the moment, I have two of the Crack Coon Cat Nursing Team on hand — Belle on the floor next to my chair, and Trooper in his usual place on top the bookcase near the window. Sprite, I assume, is getting some needed downtime and a little snack before she comes back on duty. Scrabble has been keeping vigil in Steve’s office, emerging for meals and for brushes, and to check in with Management.
Steve writes that he expects to be back in Maine by the end of the week, which is good news.
My plan today, insomuch as I have a plan is to post this blog entry, set a timer for 30 minutes, do some filing, then retire to the comfy chair for ice, elevation, and a couple chapters of my book. This will give me an opportunity to assess further, though I really do think that, at this point, what I see is what I got.
Hope everyone is having a good Wednesday.
Here, have a parade: Here’s your link.