Sunday...
Today felt like a weird day. I'm not sure why, but I was out of sorts or edgy most of the day. Worrying about my arm - and trying not to. Did many exercises, but right now I can't see progress, which is freaking me. And I had no appetite. For me, that's weird.
Had coffee at Bridgehead with maaseru and explodedteabag - well, actually I had tea. I got upset when explodedteabag said redmtl might be angry with me; I talked to redmtl and said everything's copacetic, she isn't/wasn't angry, for which I feel relief.
Worked on cleaning up and decluttering my bedroom, to get rid of the shelving in there. I can't unscrew the supports for the sheves with one hand; hoping to find a friend with two hands who can do it for me.
Managed to cut paper with scissors in my right hand, holding the paper in my left - it was precarious, yes, but it really is progress: I can put my thumb and index finger together. Couldn't do that a few days ago. Somehow this didn't reassure me today as much as it ought to.
An exciting thing: booked my plane to Paris in October.
Watched Fringe 1x14, "Ability". A favourite.
Lisa and David came over, because David found a present for me - a tissue box cover in the design of an Egyptian mummy. Perfect!