I don’t know what the heck has happened to my right shoulder and my neck. I can’t turn right without screaming. I suspect it’s because I dragged an Ikea bag from the library over my shoulder with a twelve volume thirty pound payload. It can’t be that I was propped up on my elbow in bed last night tackling the new Elizabeth George, because I’ve been propping and reading in bed since I was seven.
The only checkbox I managed today was Call Patty. Yeow, it hurts.
But even as my shoulder screamed as I leaned over my laptop, I did my minimal internet strolling. I read the New York Times. I checked in at , my daughter’s tennis site http://www.gototennisblog.com/. And Rachel’s http://www.gototennisblog.com/http://www.gototennisblog.com/ And Dean’s
And my own secret guilty pleasure: Jezebel.com.http://jezebel.com/ This is a girly site born of the Gawker/Gizmondo Empire, and I think it’s fresh, funny and smart. Their “Midweek Madness” feature, where they read and evaluate the gossip mags is must read hilarity.
Thanks to Jezebel I found this amazing amigurumi pix of crocheted bananas turned Mexican wrestlers. I am in freaking awe.
So I’m gonna have a glass of wine and try to remember if it’s ice or a heat pad.