I was awakened at around 4:30/5 a.m. from a crazy mosquito bite that I was scratching in my dreams. Which then tried to swoop in and finish the job this morning after I'd gotten up. Not the bite, of course, but rather its progenitor ( Read more... )

Sometime this morning I managed to, quite mysteriously, pull my Achilles tendon and now walking is made of ouch. Any suggestions for fixing, dear flist, or is this one of those things that just has to work itself out? Although, in spite of the rain and the icon-choice, today's been a pretty good day.