Well, I'm up to limping without the cane now, which is a damn good thing, because was screwing up my back and shoulder on the other side. I went down to the river this afternoon. The sun was out and I couldn't stand being stuck in here all day. I haven't been many places this week, and all of them by cab. This was (gasp!) two and a half blocks in each direction. Took me ten minutes each way, including I waited on the traffic island in the middle of the highway for the light to change, which I never ever ever do, I just dash. Dash? Hah! But it was worth it. The river was gleaming, alternating silver and blue as the clouds came and went. Every now and then a big wave rolled in, for what reason I don't know. Half a dozen seagulls floated on air currents, checking the walkway in case anyone dropped anything edible. A pair of Canada geese flew right over me. I'd brought a thermos of tea because I thought the extra two blocks in each direction to and from the deli would be pushing it. Sat there in the cold wind for about half an hour drinking tea, then limped home, back to my chair, pillows for the leg, the whole thing. And I must admit, have been writing double my usual word output, seeing as how I've been, perforce, butt-in-chair for twice my usual hours each of the last four days. Conclusion: injury's good for production but I don't recommend it.