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Given that I had a massage yesterday there seems no reason for the amount of ow I woke up to this morning. Weather, of course: dank and rain with an incoming snow storm. Miraculously the usual muscle relaxants and anti-inflams calmed it for most of the day and I spent marginally less time sitting and reading than I normally do. (Ideally I'd get up every twenty minutes or so but that's a bit much to expect.) Liquor delivery arrived early in the delivery window while it was still raining and long before the sleet/ freezing rain arrived. Alas, in yet another elder moment I ordered the wrong kind of sherry. Oh well: it's less sweet and therefore I trust less calorific than my preferred brand. And I shouldn't be drinking it anyway.

Am thus well supplied to sit out the snow, and as temperatures yo-yo about in their late February fashion, I might be able to make next week's appointments without excess pain. There will be puddles, of course, water covering ice. Wonder if I have any leather proofer left?

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We're getting utterly unseasonable rain, due to an equally unseasonable cyclonic circulation in the Bay of Bengal, which hopefully will not turn into a full-fledged cyclone.

Fingers crossed for you.

And there are people who still think climate change is a myth...

It has had a cup of tea and a biscuit, and calmed down slightly, to my great relief. Ttme was when rain in this season would have been considered an omen of the evilest. I suppose it still is. Climate change, as you say.