Gah. I feel like someone spent the night beating me with a bag of oranges. Of course, I did this to myself. No, not the bag of oranges thing. I have other ways of abusing myself.
For instance, I spent about an hour yesterday clearing brush from the neglected south plot. That's the one we worked on last winter and then let go fallow again over the summer. Eh, it gives me something to do.
Then I helped Hubs with finishing the toilet repairs.
Then the cat bit my thumb while I was trying to give her an aspirin. Molar chomp. (Yes, I super disinfected it.)
And lastly, I wrote over 2K words last night.
So basically, I hurt this morning. Getting older sucks.
Might do it all again today. Well, with the exception of the cat chomping on my thumb. You shouldn't give a cat aspirin more than every 48 hrs anyway. (Baby aspirin. Coated.) Of course, we're supposed to have shitty weather, so maybe not even all of the other stuff. Writing definitely.
Speaking of writing, I left off last night at the very beginning of the climax scene. Then there has to be some denouement. Not long before I get to THE END now. Of course, lately it's been 'write a whole bunch one day, and only write a little bit the next couple days' because of hands and wrists. Lucky for me, I am a fast typer. Unlucky for me, the faster I type, the more it hurts to type*. But when I'm on a roll, I don't consider typing slower. And hey, it almost never hurts while I'm typing. That comes later.
I took an anti-inflammatory last night before bed. Fat lot of good that did. Probably should've taken two. Eh.
Fortunately, the more I move around this morning, the less it hurts. Sleeping does that sometimes - makes everything seize up. I should be right as rain... or as right as an old gimpy chick can ever be - by sunrise.
Like I said, I'll probably do it all again today. If not today then soon. The alternative is laying around the house being a lump, and that never does anyone any good. But oh, how I long for the days when I could do anything physical I wanted and not pay for it the next day.
Getting older sucks.
*No, voice to text software wouldn't work for me. I have considered it. My brain doesn't work that way. I'm constantly editing while I type. 'Type type type delete delete delete type type delete delete, reword this move that go back to earlier in the text looking for something find a typo there fix it go back to the end and start typing again get up to get coffee forget where I was and have to go back and read several paragraphs to get in the groove again.' I don't think you can do that in voice to text. I can't imagine what the actual text would look like afterwards.