radiant fracture

Yesterday, having ventured out to finally mail in the contract for my piece in the anthology, such that I am a legal author and not just a putative one, huzzah and all that, and then having visited Pic-a-Flic for their 7 movies / 7 days deal, and generally feeling rather capable, what with opening various doors myself, etc., I was two stairs from my own door when my right ankle, still weak from its months of reduced nerve stimulation, gave out.

I didn't fall down the stairs. I didn't drop my movies. I just lurched into the right and then the left wall of the stairwell (who puts stucco on an interior wall?) and then I had a good long thoughtful sit-down on the steps.

I iced it all day, since I had nothing better to do. I seem to have full rotational capacity, so I don't think it's broken, but neither is it what anyone would call comfortable.

I would appear to be going to get some more reading done.

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