I wrote Tessa back, finally, and have that and a week-old letter to Olja ready to go. Guess I'll get back out there with the beast for a bit this afternoon. A little, anyway, as the knee allows. Looked at the movies to see whether I might want to shell out for a matinee, but nothing's striking my fancy. A nap could be cheaper, and might have better stories to tell me, should I dream.
Gotta stop playing Risk on the computer. I see the territory numbers and vectors of attack in my mind when I'm half asleep. That can't be good.
Took a telemarketing call this morning. Realized I get a kick out of being somewhat real in those calls on the receiving end, too. It doesn't take much to stand out.
I look forward to taking my en-sedz again soon, and hope I won't have to stop again shortly after that, upon test results. And I also hope for no -scopy procedures. Sometimes you don't mind being scoped out, but sometimes you'd just as soon rather not.