Ways I have injured myself:

Today, I popped a bone out of place in my wrist picking up a stack of dishes. I popped it back in fairly easily, but instead of that nice fluid bubble pop noise, it sort of grrrrinded it’s way back in. Wrists: don’t be goofuses. Do the squeaky-clean pop instead of this dragging-a-laundry-hamper-across-concrete feeling. It feels creepy, and I am declaring a boundary!

In other news, I wore my compression leggings today, since I knew I would be walking around if I went to see the Japanese Fall Festival in the Ft Worth Japanese gardens after I went to the Pagan Unity Fest in Arlington. So I have taken 6,337 steps today (which is 3 times my average). I got Wiccan stickers and little tumbled rocks for the nieces and our craft group leader etc. before driving across the Metroplex to see pretty fishies! And tiny trees! And really big trees with squirrels chasing each other! And koto and drums in the distance.