aaargh!

I have a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.

More accurately, my left knee hurts when I walk. I was fine yesterday, walked a couple of miles here and there. Slept well, as far as I can tell, and then my knee went *yeowch!* as I was walking over to close the living room window. So I'm sitting, as much as possible.

And my left hand isn't thrilled with typing. Especially with hitting the same few keys over and over: this entry isn't so bad, but nethack is a problem.

It's going to be a long day.

Update (3:15 p.m.) I'm feeling much better now: whatever was wrong with the knee, ibuprofen and rest seem to have done the job. Haven't wandered outside yet--but I'm much calmer, and happier, than when I wrote the above.

aaargh!

I have a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.

More accurately, my left knee hurts when I walk. I was fine yesterday, walked a couple of miles here and there. Slept well, as far as I can tell, and then my knee went *yeowch!* as I was walking over to close the living room window. So I'm sitting, as much as possible.

And my left hand isn't thrilled with typing. Especially with hitting the same few keys over and over: this entry isn't so bad, but nethack is a problem.

It's going to be a long day.

Update (3:15 p.m.) I'm feeling much better now: whatever was wrong with the knee, ibuprofen and rest seem to have done the job. Haven't wandered outside yet--but I'm much calmer, and happier, than when I wrote the above.

Minicon plans

I have tickets for Minicon, which will get me to Minneapolis Thursday evening, staying through Sunday. This is, of course, subject to change if--as I hope--I'm employed by then. Best case, the new employer will let me take the Friday as unpaid time off, or make it up the following weekend, or such. Next best, I can change the tickets. Worst case scenario, I'm out $5 and a bunch of frequent flyer miles. It seemed like a reasonable risk to take, after having paid real money to go to Wales over New Year's because the frequent flyer tickets were all gone by the time I made up my mind.

Minicon plans

I have tickets for Minicon, which will get me to Minneapolis Thursday evening, staying through Sunday. This is, of course, subject to change if--as I hope--I'm employed by then. Best case, the new employer will let me take the Friday as unpaid time off, or make it up the following weekend, or such. Next best, I can change the tickets. Worst case scenario, I'm out $5 and a bunch of frequent flyer miles. It seemed like a reasonable risk to take, after having paid real money to go to Wales over New Year's because the frequent flyer tickets were all gone by the time I made up my mind.

NYRSF

I've been doing a cold reading on page proofs for the New York Review of Science Fiction (www.nyrsf.org) for a while: Kevin gives me the pages, I read them and mark things I think need fixing, typos and factual errors and the occasional layout glitch, and I return them. I used to return them by handing them to Andy to give to Kevin; that doesn't work, because the company they worked at together isn't there anymore. So we'd been coming up with assorted kludges.

This week, Kevin dropped the pages off Monday evening. I finished them Wednesday morning. The weekly NYRSF meeting, my deadline, was Wednesday evening (they always are, but pages are monthly, not weekly), and I decided the simplest thing to do was bring the pages to the meeting, and do whatever gets done at such meetings.

What got done, this week, was mostly a mailing: the new issue to subscribers, and renewal letters to people whose subscriptions had just lapsed. In other words, we put labels on envelopes, then stuffed them. Simple, straightforward, and with time for a bit of chat along with.

In this morning's email, I have a party invitation from someone I met for the first time last night, at said meeting. I guess getting out and seeing people is working. Now I need to figure out if I want to go; probably, if my knee behaves itself soon. (If not, I'll be trying to arrange a doctor's appointment, and avoiding any definite plans until that's dealt with.)

NYRSF

I've been doing a cold reading on page proofs for the New York Review of Science Fiction (www.nyrsf.org) for a while: Kevin gives me the pages, I read them and mark things I think need fixing, typos and factual errors and the occasional layout glitch, and I return them. I used to return them by handing them to Andy to give to Kevin; that doesn't work, because the company they worked at together isn't there anymore. So we'd been coming up with assorted kludges.

This week, Kevin dropped the pages off Monday evening. I finished them Wednesday morning. The weekly NYRSF meeting, my deadline, was Wednesday evening (they always are, but pages are monthly, not weekly), and I decided the simplest thing to do was bring the pages to the meeting, and do whatever gets done at such meetings.

What got done, this week, was mostly a mailing: the new issue to subscribers, and renewal letters to people whose subscriptions had just lapsed. In other words, we put labels on envelopes, then stuffed them. Simple, straightforward, and with time for a bit of chat along with.

In this morning's email, I have a party invitation from someone I met for the first time last night, at said meeting. I guess getting out and seeing people is working. Now I need to figure out if I want to go; probably, if my knee behaves itself soon. (If not, I'll be trying to arrange a doctor's appointment, and avoiding any definite plans until that's dealt with.)