Having spent the last two weeks attempting to allow an apparently injured rhomboid (scroll down to almost the bottom) to heal enough to be functional, with time out for several hours of garden work that just couldn’t wait any longer, which of course had something of an adverse impact on said rhomboid, I have learned a few things, some of which are curious but not particularly interesting, and the rest of which are obvious or rather pointless:
1. I can get through two and a half weeks without having to wash my dishes. Then I run out and either eat out of the can, the box, or the thing I cooked in.
2. Laundry is about the same: I can stretch it to three weeks, I think, but two weeks and a couple of days is about the practical limit.
3. Weeds and plants keep growing regardless of your level of decrepitude, even if you stare at them and mutter imprecations and threats. Frequently.
4. A heating pad that automatically shuts itself off after a ridiculously short time is a freakin’ stupid thing to sell. . . especially if the seller doesn’t bother to note said “feature” on the packaging. Fraudulent, that is.
5. Mr. Flexeril is my dear, dear, beloved friend. We loves Mr. Flexeril, yes, we does, loves him, my precious!
