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Best laid plans
Had massage at 12:30 so of course couldn't get to sleep for what was probably several hours. I'm used to this so just lay in the dark and thought about something I would write about here- I think it was about my non-existant sense of humour, why I don't find jokes funny but break up over puns. And of course drifted off eventually and woke well before my alarm and got the full set of exercises in before breakfast.
However, curtailed sleep has its fallout. I was going to cab it to the xray place after massage, shortening the ride and fare by the equivalent of three subway stops. But when I went to check the address on the forms, that I'd carefully separated from the receipt and put in my backpack along with the requisite book to read in case, they weren't there. So I cabbed it home instead, thinking I'd have to go back to the physio place yet again and confess that the black hole in my bag had swallowed my paperwork. Which was of course on the kitchen table.
At which my insides reminded me that I can have gin or I can have wine but I cannot have both, as I did last night, and the better part of valour suggested that I stay in. So x-rays tomorrow and hope that all goes well there.
However, curtailed sleep has its fallout. I was going to cab it to the xray place after massage, shortening the ride and fare by the equivalent of three subway stops. But when I went to check the address on the forms, that I'd carefully separated from the receipt and put in my backpack along with the requisite book to read in case, they weren't there. So I cabbed it home instead, thinking I'd have to go back to the physio place yet again and confess that the black hole in my bag had swallowed my paperwork. Which was of course on the kitchen table.
At which my insides reminded me that I can have gin or I can have wine but I cannot have both, as I did last night, and the better part of valour suggested that I stay in. So x-rays tomorrow and hope that all goes well there.
