Broken Just In Time

Two weeks ago, I fell. Which is pretty normal for me. Even though I’m short, my center of gravity low, I somehow always end up on the floor. I think it’s a combination of clumsy feet, cats, and a general not paying attention. Like how most accidents occur within two miles of home. I get familiar with my surroundings and just go on autopilot.

This fell happened on the third step up, when I completely missed the next step as I descended, and I ended up descending faster than I planned. It was back, not forward, and I’ve got a nice little cushion, but it apparently wasn’t enough, because I bruised my tailbone.

Do you know what you can still do with a bruised tailbone?

Nothing.

Do you know what the treatment is for a bruised tailbone?

Painkillers and time.

And special pillows, and specific exercises, none of which have helped me.

This is kind of a long way of saying my standing desk arrived today and I already love it. It’s one of those electric ones, so I can switch to sitting when I tire, and I can set it to exactly where I need it to be (short, remember?). What can I say, I’m easily impressed these days.

I added another several thousand words to my manuscript, but they were all for additional scene outlines and not actual scenes, which makes me think this thing will be closer to 100,000 words by the time I’m done with this very first terrible draft. “Rough” is too kind a word for it. Oh, I still love it. But I’m at the point where I can’t wait to edit it back down to a reasonable length. Start slashing entire paragraphs. It’ll be great.

In fact, now that my desk is all set up, I’ll start now.