Well I think I underestimated the effect of a bum leg on my overall ability to function. In other words, I way overdid it yesterday. I felt fine in the morning: a little sore, limping, but basically OK. Sean and Pam were coming over in the evening for mah jongg, so I did some light housework. Not as much as I had planned to do (guests are usually an excuse to tackle big housework projects that have been bothering me for a while), just some general tidying. But still probably too much walking and stooping.

Then I had to go feed Santa Salsera's cat, which involved a flight of stairs to get to her apartment. And the grocery store, where I learned how how it feels to be in a crowded place when you're moving very slowly and blocking the path of lots of other people. Some people were kind, some made it pretty plain how frustrated they were to get stuck behind me in an aisle. I felt simultaneously guilty for slowing them down, annoyed at them for not being more patient, and mortified by the realization that I've probably acted exactly the same way.

When I got home I was totally exhausted, but it was just short time before Sean and Pam were supposed to be there and Georg was outside doing yardwork. So I had to do the dishes and get started on cooking. By the time Georg came inside and took over, my leg was so stiff I was barely able to walk.

I made it through the evening OK, though keeping my leg out of the way of three happy dogs (they brought Nutty over) took some maneuvering. They only really got me once: Nutty likes to show affection by walking up and pressing his nose against your leg. Usually it's sweet, except if he catches you by surprise and then it's startling and wet. Well, at one point in the evening I didn't see him coming, and he managed to bop me right in the stitches. Ow! At least I had a bandage on. So it was just painful, not unsanitary.

We had a great dinner -- they brought the entree and dessert, we made the salad and vegetable -- but somehow never got around to playing mah jongg. We were sitting around the living room letting our stomachs settle (I made them watch the glory that is "My Name is Anthony Gonsalves"), and unanimously decided that we'd rather sit on our asses and chat for the rest of the evening. I probably would have lobbied for the mah jongg, but I just didn't feel up to clearing the dishes, taking the leaf out of the table, etc etc.

We ended up watching VH1 Classic while we talked, since Sean is just as into music as Georg and I are. Unfortunately, the videos completely sucked almost the whole time they were watching. There was a lot of old, unusual stuff, but it was old unusual bad stuff. I kept saying that the show would get good as soon as they left. Sure enough, as they were literally opening the door to leave, "Mayor of Simpleton" by XTC came on.

Today I am taking it easy. I still have to get dressed and go out at some point, Spike needs to be fed after all. But I'll think about that later. For now, I'm not walking further than the distance between the couch and my computer. Unfortunately this puts a bit of a damper on my Saturday: I had a bunch of tasks planned for today, all of which involve lots of moving around. For instance we were going to set up the stereo on the hall on top of the victrola, and I wanted to get some more work done on the bedroom carpet. Well I'm sure I can think of something useful to do on my computer instead.