Whenever I attempt to upload photos from my phone to flickr additional photos get grabbed and posted. This has been happening for months and I'm going to try not to be too aggravated by it.
Today, for a few minutes, you would have been able to see photos of furniture from a recent trip to West Elm where I purchased a credenza for my office. I've let the photo of the bed linens I love remain but had to delete about a dozen useless photos of credenzas from my feed.
At the end of the day my hand tends to look craggy and old.
I have two more PT appointments and then a break until January when I will start going back twice a week. We have a lot of work to do. Presently, I am working on not being completely freaked out by the piece of metal I can feel.
me, referencing my pinkie which does not straighten completely: is this it? is this the best it will be?
amazing physical therapist to whom I am completely indebted: it's never IT. We'll work on it.
And so we do/shall/are.
This guy is right outside my office window. They're chipping/drilling/hammering the bricks of the building. It is by turns annoying/stupifyingly loud/crazy. Yesterday they used the window to bounce off of. Cookies in the foreground? May be the only thing I like at Trader Joes and are also responsible for at least some of the largerness on my bottom half. I'm sure. They're gone now, so that's good, and I've started walking to work again.
It's Christmas at the train station. Did you know I wrote a song called Holy Shit It's Christmas?
I'm singing it now.
I've purchased my 2015 calendar and was, uh, I don't know, surprised (?) to see that June commemorates our June scooter accident with an illustration of a scooter. I had not seen it before ordering. Is September a young person being thrown through the air? I did that too.
I might have to stop in this coffee shop (next door to PT) and check it out.