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Yesterday I spent approximately four hours and 45 minutes on the T what with all my traveling--I felt rather like the kid in Family Circus leaving his dotted line trail all over the place, since generally there were no direct ways to get from point A to point B in my travels (home-work-physical therapy-Angell Memorial-home-central square-home).  I took, let's see, 5 buses and 7 trains.  I honestly don't think I could have done much of it any faster if I had been driving though, given the traffic where I would have been driving.  And I rather welcomed the chance to immerse myself in my book, Ian R. MacLeod's The House of Storms, highly entertaining magic steampunk.

I also went to physical therapy, walked the long uphill walk from Angell to Heath Street and went to dance class, and despite all that my foot feels pretty average today.  I was worried that I'd really overdone it but it's not too bad, considering.  Yesterday I achieved a normal degree of dorsiflexion in that foot for the first time in probably years.  There is light at the end of the tunnel!  It may always hurt, but if I can get it to act normally I can deal with the aches and pains. 

Very hard to get motivated into movement this morning.  When I got to my office, the lamp that provides most of my light burnt out.  Sure sign I should have stayed home...

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Why, oh why, would anybody make a remake of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes?  What on earth would be the point?

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