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I was going to title this "gym, with some care," but while I possibly should have been careful of my hands and arms, I wasn't particularly. They seem to have come through the workout okay, though, which is reassuring after a few days in which many things that are supposed to be good for the hands seemed to be making them worse.
(On the other hand, there's some pain as I'm typing the details below the cut.)
( details cut as usual, slightly different from what I've been doing )
Also, when I got my hot chocolate afterwards, the barista commented that I was always smiling when they saw me; I said it was because I come there from the gym, so I've been doing something fun, I'm not coming directly from work. Then I thought about what I'd said.
On the way home from the subway, I got a long look at a skunk, first standing next to the water fountain, then it went into the ballfield and walked sort of parallel to me on the other side of the fence. I walked slowly, and stood and watched it for a moment, then decided it would be more prudent to go on, and not make it nervous. Not nearly as cute as the mustelids we saw yesterday, small-clawed otters at the Bronx Zoo.
When a rodent crossed my path a block and a half later, I thought "okay, just a rat," and then contemplated whether it was too large for the skunk to kill and eat; they're predators, but small.
(On the other hand, there's some pain as I'm typing the details below the cut.)
( details cut as usual, slightly different from what I've been doing )
Also, when I got my hot chocolate afterwards, the barista commented that I was always smiling when they saw me; I said it was because I come there from the gym, so I've been doing something fun, I'm not coming directly from work. Then I thought about what I'd said.
On the way home from the subway, I got a long look at a skunk, first standing next to the water fountain, then it went into the ballfield and walked sort of parallel to me on the other side of the fence. I walked slowly, and stood and watched it for a moment, then decided it would be more prudent to go on, and not make it nervous. Not nearly as cute as the mustelids we saw yesterday, small-clawed otters at the Bronx Zoo.
When a rodent crossed my path a block and a half later, I thought "okay, just a rat," and then contemplated whether it was too large for the skunk to kill and eat; they're predators, but small.