I’m back from the chiropractor’s now. I had a good massage from a new therapist, a Tartar from Romania who’s been in the US about two and a half years. We had a great conversation. Then, Doc made my neck make mighty cracking sounds, although it didn’t give as much as we wanted. I’m feeling tons better, although not perfect. He recommended an ice pack, so I promptly bought one; it’s chilling in the freezer as I type. I have another appointment in two weeks, because I’ve backslid, especially where the knots in my shoulders are concerned.

I’ve done little else today, sadly. I’m pampering my back, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be writing, or answering the e-mails I’d copied to the laptop before the War. Or even turning the scribbled notes into actual journal entries.

Max came over and dropped off a loaner monitor, so I’ll let Ken hook that up when he gets back. (He went to the site yet again for a final hay bale cleanup. He called a little while ago to say that they were done, Rowen was buying everyone lunch, and then he’d be home.) Then I’ll be able to read e-mail, which will no doubt be a truly frightening experience, having not downloaded any in a week.

There. All of the journal entries are caught up. Ken should be home soon, and then I can move on to other stuff. Now, though, I should work on creating the scavenger hunt for Harvest Tourney this weekend.

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And now, much later. (Lots of my entries sound like that, huh?) I went through e-mail, and there’s not too much to deal with overall. I deleted stuff I don’t need and answered a couple of crucial things, and the rest can be tackled tomorrow. We’ve been catching up on TV and relaxing; goodness knows my neck needs that, if not my brain as well. I warped my inkle loom with a belt (a promissory).

Tomorrow, a new journal to copy edit, a story to start writing, a couple of bills to pay, the scavenger hunt to continue, food to shop for, and some overall catch-up. See you then.