The Knitting Wounded

Last night I picked up this knitting project I've been working on and instantly knew what had caused my arm issue. The knitting is heavier than I usually work with and ouch. I iced down my arm and it felt much better. But it is really hard not to use it. It's like a critical piece of my human tool kit!

But this morning, shit got real. I was swimming along fine for the first 40 minutes and then the arm started to bother me and then it started to hurt. So I swam a few more laps discussing the situation with myself and finally decided that if I made it worse and then made it so I couldn't swim at all, I'd be very pissed. And it was hurting more the more I swam so I stopped. My fitness tracker is short so there will need to be a walk today. Maybe up to Uwajimaya who is having their annual anniversary sale anyway. So good day for Japanese groceries. And the sun is behind the clouds so good day for a walk.

The arm feels better now. I am going to work hard on varying my arm assignments. Some knitting heavy stuff, some knitting light weight stuff, some crochet. Sewing doesn't seem to bother it any and resting it would also probably help it a bunch.

I am sorry to see the Cleveland Indians lose their playoff spot yesterday. They put together a great year and deserved a spot in the World Series. (Well, clearly their loss indicated otherwise but still...). It hurts. in 2001, the Mariners had a banner year. They won more games than any team had in nearly a century and they, too, were knocked out in early playoff rounds. It does hurt. Plus. So now the Yankees will vie with Houston for a spot in the Series. I honestly hope both lose which, of course, isn't going to happen so now I'm out. Really and truly. I'm done with baseball this year.

Besides the walk there will be sewing today. I have a new top all ready to cut out and sew up. And some TV and some other stuff. I'm also in the middle of what is turning out to be a really good book. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine. And the reader is amazing. It's a debut novel and a really good one.

Ok, time now to get this day going for realseys.

My tweets

• Wed, 15:05: These two need to get a room! https://t.co/Xl9FJrIsUA
• Wed, 16:18: The original earphone cables died long ago but these swim earbuds are the best. They aren't built for these new ca…… https://t.co/kG68Rm5EqO

And the streak is saved!

Since I didn't swim my mile this morning, I was worried about my fitness tracker streak. I just walked over to the Japanese grocery swing my tracker arm for emphasis. And I was hauling old lady ass with my walk, too. In the rain (which I don't think the tracker actually cares about...)

And... I made up the diff! I am now about right where I normally am at noon. I'm sure that streak is saved. But the real good news is that I think this means I have a place to swim on Saturdays! My regular pool is only available until 9 due to an aqua fitness class. It doesn't open til 8 and I was worried about getting my mile in/goal met. But I think today's enforced experiment proves that even if I have to quit before I want to, I can salvage the streak.

Yeah, I'm way too into this fitness tracker and the streak. I know it. I can't do anything about it. Oh well.

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For the past couple of days, whenever I get into the car, particularly in the middle of the day (as opposed to mornings to the pool and back), I've felt like I was losing time. The car clock is set to regular time and I don't bother resetting it for DST. I just do the math when I check the time. Only my math has been off. Finally I focused on it this morning and realized it was set to the correct time! I guess the guys at the Mercedes place did that. Way to fuck me up, guys! Now I have to decide if I'm going to change it back next month. Oh the stress.

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This morning my phone rang. I looked at the screen to swipe it to Ignore and saw that the call was from Berks County Prison. Hmmmmmm The only person I know with any ties to Berks County, Pennsylvania is ljtourist who is supposed to be in Europe. Plus even if he was not and was, actually, at home in prison, he's got tons of family there, why in the heck would he call me? I came very close to answering just to satisfy my curiosity when the call ended. Now, I'll never know.