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Today was unexpectedly okay. I was left gloriously alone, except for the bits where my boss - who is so delighted that she's managed to FIX ENTIRE ENTIRE MESS IN TWO WEEKS that relief is pouring off her like rainbows and sunshine - came and gave me good work and was like hoorah you're doing well you look tired please take a day off this week. I gave up on working entirely for a bit to help someone with their printer problems, and wrote a bit, and skated to the end of the day on a tidal wave of Just So Stories.
Now, of course, both my knees hurt.
It is worth mentioning that after I threw an "exercise doesn't work" tantrum and took three days off from the doom stairs, I went back at them the last two days in a row and can do five flights without stopping, and then another three before the next break. Still makes me want to die of chest, but slightly less? Maybe it's just the turning of the seasons.
Now, of course, both my knees hurt.
It is worth mentioning that after I threw an "exercise doesn't work" tantrum and took three days off from the doom stairs, I went back at them the last two days in a row and can do five flights without stopping, and then another three before the next break. Still makes me want to die of chest, but slightly less? Maybe it's just the turning of the seasons.