I copyedited two manuscripts today, and have sent them both off to their authors for approval and the answering of queries about references. [These are magazine articles, not full-length books.] After doing that and a break for Scrabble, I have updated my resume. (Next is a cover letter for a possible job at the zoo; I also need to take the resume with me, and/or email it to myself, to show people at the current employer who might have openings in their departments.) Update: I have emailed the resume to my office. I am not going to push myself on that cover letter, and will try not to fret about it. I have three wonderful sweeties, and some other wonderful friends, who remind me not to push myself too hard, and not to be too hard on myself, and sometimes I even manage this.
I cooked us lunch (oatmeal, which is easy, but tasty and nourishing). I have washed knives, wooden spoons, and a couple of skewers, none of which can go in the dishwasher.
I've done my stretches twice today. I'm sure some of the 30% for whom physical therapy doesn't do the job are just unlucky and have more difficult or serious rotator cuff problems, but I suspect that some are because it's difficult, mentally, to do all this stuff every day, even if you have the time and space.
I cooked us lunch (oatmeal, which is easy, but tasty and nourishing). I have washed knives, wooden spoons, and a couple of skewers, none of which can go in the dishwasher.
I've done my stretches twice today. I'm sure some of the 30% for whom physical therapy doesn't do the job are just unlucky and have more difficult or serious rotator cuff problems, but I suspect that some are because it's difficult, mentally, to do all this stuff every day, even if you have the time and space.
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It /is/ aggravating to have to do them, I know from my own experience: it's not just that they're not enjoyable tasks, it's also that they forcibly remind you (me) that you're (I'm) damaged.
Here, by the way, is the poem I was looking for a few days ago. It's by Chrystos, from Dream On:
ON THE BUS
full of anybody else but Indians
I called out
Hey there's an Eagle
They all looked
& for a heartbeat you could feel
their awe
then fast as a microwave
they recovered their frozen dinner faces
& looked at me like I was really
crazy
so from now on
I'm keeping all my Eagles to myself
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