In other news, the Sekrit Projekt continues slowly but steadily. More work yesterday, and again today while I'm in transit. A couple of short stories are knocking on the door, so I'll make some writing time over the weekend as well.
Shoulder continues annoying, but the icing and the exercises from the PT are helping. The combination of high dose ibuprofen, limited activity and comfort food eating has popped my weight up about 10 pounds, which is very annoying. Hopefully I can work it back off once the shoulder eases up.
Last night I had this insane dream that deedop and I had gone to the beach here in Oregon, except the beach town was Austin, TX (where I used to live). We were walking close to the water when a larger wave came in knee-high and tripped me. I was lying on the beach in my street clothes, soaking wet and laughing, while she took a picture of me with my good camera — the Canon EOS Rebel Xti DSLR that I mostly use these days — when a much larger wave washed in. I tried to warn her to hold the camera above the water, but she had her back to the surf and thought I was kidding, until we were both pushed under. (You really do get waves like that on the Oregon coast, people are killed every year.)
My camera was soaked in seawater, and I was really pissed. We climbed up off the beach and got in a car, which I think was my old 1975 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, and headed into town to look for a Dan's Hamburgers. On the highway we passed a 1973 Lincoln Continental with right hand drive and Japanese plates, which I found very odd. About then I woke up, but was still irked at deedop for ruining my camera. Sorry for the subconscious slander, deedop!
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