Do you ever think that there's a message for you in the relatively humdrum events of the day? My day consisted of many many people asking me for directions. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just my usual Thursday visit to Indro and the CBD for RPM, but at least four people stopped me in the street to ask me where to go. I can only conclude that I am the keeper of the keys. For today anyway (giggles).
My more serious post is in relation to my shoulder - yes, I've got a definite lump/cyst /who knows on my acromioclavicular process. Possibilities - calcification, degeneration (gosh getting older is a joy!) or something more serious. Actions to be taken - my awesome physio, Miss Lou has referred me onto my sports doc up here, Nifty Nev (well that's what Shelley and I call him). No lifting super heavy shit until it settles but rehab work and lighter stuff OK.
Now it's off to kick back with a magazine and slop around like the champion that I am on the lounge. If there was an award for ingrained slugdom tendencies, it would be a toss up between me and the nearest greyhound.