Monday. Monday, I can climb. And I hope by then I will be at least moderately effective. In the meantime, I guess I should take some NSAIDs and ice the joint in question. Alas. I grow old, I grow old.
Anyway, I think today is laundry day, which will suffice for virtuposity currently. Also, I paid a lot of bills. Go team me.
Other work today is thinking about "The Tricks of London," and how it ends.