Babying it all day, pillows, Aleve, the s-i belt, the knee-band, ice, and heat—and I am mostly out of pain this morning.  It doesn’t say this is going to hold up through a convention day, but it’s way better than yesterday. I think we’ve got it without having to go back to Dr. Shane…and if I just don’t insult it today and take reasonable precautions…I think we’re in good shape. The shoulder is still ouchy, and shoots fire if I move it too far in some directions, but hey, I have to do that to preserve range-of-motion. It’s taped, howsomever.

Doesn’t this sound like a wreck report? I’m really in pretty good shape–except the old injuries that come back to haunt me when I do something stupid like fall down a 3 foot berm.

We had a breakthrough moment—Ysabel, who has not passed Seishi without brandishing a paw and swatting him if he’s close enough, gave him a tail-sniff this morning. That’s not saying Her Furry Grace won’t hit him next time round, but she’s processing the fact that he’s here and belongs here. I so wish she’d calm down and be snuggles with him.