I started a massage therapy course. Improvement in my arm and shoulder was seen in the first week; I had only my second massage tonight, but some of the benefits were muted by the presence of my period, which is making me achy and cranky, anyway. But my arm doesn't hurt nearly so much anymore; in fact, over the weekend I barely noticed it at all, including when I was helping rahirah push her mom around the Botanical Gardens. For some of the many, many pictures we took, see her journal; although I will brag about some of my shots, especially this one:
I've been keeping up, more or less, with Tivo; almost everything I watch really religiously is on Monday, but I do follow at least one show every night. I want to know if ABC REALLY wants me to get involved in any of their upcoming new, quirky, interesting-looking shows, when the last three new, quirky, interesting-looking shows I fell in love with on their network were canceled (or "not renewed"), and we weren't given the promised wrap-up on any of them. Phoo.
I've been watching episodes of The Drew Carey Show, which still isn't on DVD past season one, but my Tivo is set to capture anything with "CRAIG FERGUSON," so since he joined the cast, it's been recording the re-runs every afternoon. That show never got the credit it deserved. It's still laugh-out-loud funny.
I was going to make pancakes for dinner, of course (happy Mardi Gras!), but by the time I got back from my therapy appointment we just had leftovers and the last of the cake I made last week (a heavily doctored Cake Mix Doctor cake).
Yesterday I made cream-of-turkey soup (almost a stew). That came out very well. I hope I can recreate it sometime. I don't remember what all went into it. A little of this, a little of that... two potatoes, two carrots, homemade chicken stock, a turkey leg, a cup of cream, some salt, pepper, paprika, sage... something else, I'm sure.
It's nice to sit through a Presidential speech and not want to scream and throw things at the TV.
I haven't been sleeping very well. Not really sure why. I get up around 1 or 2 to go to the bathroom, and then I lay awake trying to get back to sleep -- sometimes I DO, I know, because time goes by, but it doesn't feel like sleep. I think it was Saturday or Sunday night when I had a very long and complex dream, most of which I've forgotten, but I remember I had to go to the airport to pick Steve up (and while it's an airport I've never actually been in, I've seen it before in dreams -- it's big and confusing and a little like an Escher print), and then found out his plane had crashed, but they were assuring us that everyone aboard was fine. I knew I had to get ahold of Lee and the others to let them know that a) Steve was okay, and b) he wouldn't be at whatever event we were planning because the plane crashed. It didn't seem like a tragedy in the dream, just an inconvenience.
I don't think I'll stay up to watch NCIS after the speeches are all over (they're running long now after Governor Jindal rambled on and on and on). Hopefully tonight I'll sleep.
And then someday I'll write.