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My ankle hurts less today, but I still think not going to the library was the right decision. It hurt enough overnight that the pain was in all of my dreams. I did stand long enough to do the dishes, and I've done some walking around the house, but I'm going to try to minimize that. I will still shower later because otherwise I won't be able to stand myself, but I think I can manage that reasonably well.

The ankle itself doesn't look bad. There's a little bit of swelling but not a lot. My heel, however, looks dreadfully bruised. After I shower, I'll wrap the dratted thing again. I did discover yesterday that things hurt less if I sit normally, with my feet on the floor than they do if I prop my foot up on a stool with a cushion. I have no idea why that is, but it's very definitely true. The funny feeling in my toes yesterday seems to have been entirely due to how I had the foot propped up. My toes aren't entirely happy because moving them makes the rest of my foot hurt, but they feel a lot better than they did.

Scott's FATE game met last night. We more or less succeeded in what we were trying to do, but I think we gave ourselves some potentially bigger problems. We do have a difficulty in terms of what to do with two traumatized civilians who have tattoos making them vulnerable to possession by a specific evil entity (we don't yet know which one, and we're not sure how to find out). I still haven't assigned my character skills, so I was at a bit of a disadvantage. I don't know when I'll get around to assigning skills, though. It's not high on my list of priorities.

I didn't do any writing or even much thinking about writing yesterday. I was too occupied with thinking about how much my foot and ankle hurt. With a little luck, I'll do some writing today. I have been thinking a bit about a couple of scenes that I doubt will make it into the finished fic because they don't entirely make sense with the characters; they just appeal to my id. But who knows? These character have surprised me before.

The school librarian was very understanding about me not being able to come in. I feel bad about it, though, because she told me that she wouldn't be there either, that there would be a substitute because she had a conference to go to in Detroit. In my experience, substitutes need parent volunteers even more than the regular librarian does because substitutes don't know where anything is shelved and don't know how to work the circulation system.

I haven't been able to bring myself to read any of my library books or unread purchased books. Instead, I've been rereading a Jayne Ann Krentz book that happened to be where I could reach when I was in bed and looking for something I could read without having to work hard.

I have to make the metanews post later today, probably right after I shower. It's twice as long as usual because it includes two weeks worth of links. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that that goes off without any major hitches. When it goes right, it takes about half an hour to post (and then I have to monitor the posts for a couple of hours in case anybody spots anything wrong that I need to fix).

I slept for an hour after Cordelia left this morning. Mainly, I think, it was reluctance to get up and put weight on my foot and ankle.