On the Mend

Made it out to the Castro today; we had haircut appointments with Joe the Barber. I love that barbershop. I've written about it before. It's always a treat to go there. Today, there wasn't a crowd. Just Joe. And the other barbers, Jeff and Danny. And Sam, of course.

When I woke up this morning, I felt so much better than yesterday. In fact, I felt better this morning than I've felt at all since the accident. So it was a good day. We walked all about the Castro and got some Mexican food and came home. Sam is laying on the floor, ready for afternoonsies. I'm going to a Housewarming Party this evening with FTP.

I'm a bit sore right now, and tired, to be honest, but it's been a terrific day.

The vicodin helps.

In other news, it seems like the Vespa suffered very little damage from the accident. Hurrah!

For all the pain, the 8+ days in the hospital and being away from work, I do feel lucky. Maybe that's the vicodin talking, but I don't think so.

This has been on my mind, from Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing:

I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently,
However they have writ the style of gods
And made a push at chance and sufferance.

Can't imagine why.

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