Got my back adjusted at Le Chiropractor yesterday. It feels amazing, though I'm a little sore.
Dryland yesterday, too. Upped most of my weights and I can notice. Except for benching, which I'm used to now. Creepy that last week at this time I was in pain from it.
Right now, what really hurts are my shoulders--my deltoids, if you want to be technical. They're sore...and tense, but mostly sore, and I can feel it. And it's nasty.
In other news...Toby peed on the floor last night, and Maman took him out, and then Dad came out so Maman could go inside and fold clothes. And she cried.
I think a lot of it was tears of frustration, but Maman crying is like...unheard of. She cries over Granny, and sometimes Gracie, and at the end of The Empire Strikes Back, but not just randomly, and the fact that that was what she was doing--crying randomly, though Dad was admittedly being a bastard tonight--was really terrifying. So, if anyone's reading this, have a prayer/good thought/happy vibes for my mother, please.
quote of the post: "and the taste of frog legs..." --random line of poetry that ThesPrez got in creative writing class that she had to incorprate into an already-written poem (poor ThesPrez...it had been such a good poem too).
nebulia out.
Dryland yesterday, too. Upped most of my weights and I can notice. Except for benching, which I'm used to now. Creepy that last week at this time I was in pain from it.
Right now, what really hurts are my shoulders--my deltoids, if you want to be technical. They're sore...and tense, but mostly sore, and I can feel it. And it's nasty.
In other news...Toby peed on the floor last night, and Maman took him out, and then Dad came out so Maman could go inside and fold clothes. And she cried.
I think a lot of it was tears of frustration, but Maman crying is like...unheard of. She cries over Granny, and sometimes Gracie, and at the end of The Empire Strikes Back, but not just randomly, and the fact that that was what she was doing--crying randomly, though Dad was admittedly being a bastard tonight--was really terrifying. So, if anyone's reading this, have a prayer/good thought/happy vibes for my mother, please.
quote of the post: "and the taste of frog legs..." --random line of poetry that ThesPrez got in creative writing class that she had to incorprate into an already-written poem (poor ThesPrez...it had been such a good poem too).
nebulia out.