Day 211:
Okay now this isn’t a day off because if it was a day off I’d be enjoying it.
Instead it appears I wrenched my back and shoulder hauling that anvil across the great wasteland underground yesterday, and now I can’t pick up anything heavier than this pen with my right hand. (Seriously. Not even the ink bottle.)
So it’s all about hot soaks and eating protein and sleeping for now. Wish me luck.
And alcohol. If somehow you could wish me a bottle of whiskey that would be amazing.