Well, no one said it would be easy. I'm going to have to make the adjustment, is all, and get my butt to church, because what's the point of being in choir if you don't sing in front of people? Besides, Advent season begins fairly soon; we're going to be singing Christmas music, which is my favorite part of being in choir to begin with.
But it's not as if I'm going to be burned at the stake for, y'know, having some fallout from my return to responsible adulthood. These are people who know my travails of recent years and understand my situation, and who are glad to see me making progress.
I probably could have gotten by with ibuprofen and Xanax, to be honest.
I'm really not sure why my feet and legs hurt so much yesterday, unless it's because I did so much standing in the morning only to come back and stand more in the evening. My new shoes are Dr. Scholl's work shoes and they're a damned sight better than the simple loafers I have, but they can't work miracles. Og's suggested that I go to the WalMart near him and stand on the scanner thingy they have to get inserts, and I'm going to do that; I need to go get some black pants anyway, so that'll work.
Regardless, it's something that I've got to get through, because it's work, and they're not paying me to sit down. I'll adjust.
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It's a very nice day today and I really ought to get the grass cut one last time before winter sets in. That means going out for gas for the mowers, of course, and scavenging up something to eat.
...80% chance of snow tomorrow.
"Any statement beginning with 'I really ought to' is suspect," Heinlein says (via Sam Russell) in Have Space Suit, Will Travel. "It means you haven't analyzed your motives."