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We are apparently to the "life is pain" portion of the healing process. The swelling in my ankle's gone down a good bit, though, and I'm able to hobble around the apartment with one half of an old pair of crutches for support; I've still not had the courage to try the stairs. Never thought I'd say this but: thank goodness for COVID-necessitated working from home. (Also, for Instacart.)

The big news is I managed to drag the heating fan out of my closet and plugged it in. Autumn is icumen in, I think, to the point that I was actually having a hard time settling down and going to sleep. Insomnia is nothing new, but the hot air helps a bit, and it's actually cold enough not to mind it too much. At least I can have it on long enough to slip into slumber, even if I turn it off just before I fall asleep so I don't wak eup too hot two hours later.

I didn't make the time to write my SWG piece this month, mainly because my mind shifted about half way through from a proper story to something more like a mock-historical treatise? Kind of like Tolkien's gloss of Merry's treatise on pipeweed from the LOTR prologue. But it would be an account of Eonwe's visit to Numenor to defend the whole idea that death was a gift, possibly written by one of the men of Middle-earth under Sauron's dominion. Maybe a priest of whatever religion Sauron developed before he pulled the same trick in Numenor? I've just been fascinated by Second Age religion and cults lately, and I found that when I sat down to write a story, what I really ended up wanting to do was infodump on canon. It's actually some really interesting stuff, and I'm just heretical enough at the moment to want to thoroughly skewer both the Valar and the Elendili. (Pharazon was wrong about many things, but this wasn't one of them.) I'm struggling with my usual enemies, though: physical exhaustion (why am I so tired when I never go anywere), and being sure my interests are so off the beaten track no one should really be interested in reading them. Which is not a coded request for people to tell me otherwise, just a fact of my mindset, I'm afraid.

Anywho. How are you all?

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[shirebound]

Autumn is icumen in

Thank GOODNESS. Our days are still warm, but nights are blissfully cool. At last.

I'm glad to hear that your foot is improving. Ever since I broke my ankle a few years ago I've been so so so careful when I walk and use any stairs. I don't want to ever go through that again.

[marta-bee.livejournal.com]

What an adoreable userpic! I smiled quite a bit just now.

And thanks for the well-wishes. I don't know what I'd do if it was more than a sprain. This is quite enough! Though mending slowly but surely, for which I'll try to be grateful. *g*

[engarian.livejournal.com]

I concur with Shirebound. Having broken my ankles (front and back) on May 1st, I'm eternally grateful that I'm completely back to normal now, but it took a bit more than four months to get there. I hope you heal quickly, broken ankles are NO fun at all.

- Erulisse (one L)

[marta-bee.livejournal.com]

It's not a broken ankle, thank goodness. Only a sprain and what they call a mild to moderate one at that. Though there's nothing mild to moderate about the current moment - it probably just means I'll heal up more quickly.

Ankle injuries are the absolute pits because not only do they hurt, they interfere with pretty much everything you'd want to do. Here's hoping this is past quickly. (And thank you, both you and Shirebound. *hugs*)