Been Busy

I've finished these things:

Two finals completed. Yay!

Gave away my maple syrup that's been collecting dust bunnies on my shelf for 4 months (I gave it to a worthy person)

Packed half of my things (still half to go)

Half my books are gone away, either by throwing them in a bonfire (goodbye, Roy Strong), giving them away (goodbye V for Vendetta), and tomorrow the other half are going to earn me cash.

Bought a pillow (paid too much for it, but must have something to support my sore arm on the plane home)

Bought a book (used Heinlein novel for the plane)

Tossed out my broken dress, gave away a shirt and that little bag that was driving me crazy.


Besides that, the wireless at the Carriage House has gone berserk and so I haven't been able to use it. It sucks. I can't read fic, I can't write anything online...and that would be why I haven't written in two days.

Also, my knuckle on my left pinky finger has swelled up and I have absolutely no idea why.

Oh wait. I do know why. Because someone is tossing their bad karma at ME again.

It's the left hand, not the right. The area around the knuckle, the knuckle itself, and the lower part of my finger are all decidedly puffy. Sometimes it feels like the finger is going to sleep (I'm assuming the pressure on the blood vessels in such a small area is causing the problem; same with my elbow on the OTHER side.)

It hurts a little but it's not extreme; for how much my body usually hurts this is practically papercut level.

What's frustrating is that it's the opposite side of where I've been having issues and it's got me wondering if this is a sign things are about to get bad again. I packed the sling and enough painkillers to take down a pack of elephants and their closest relatives.

I'm just hoping it holds off going boom until I get back home.

That's about it in my little world. I will probably write tomorrow, I'll write early Thursday (we don't leave until 6 AM. I assume sleeping is out of the question that night) and then you probably won't hear from me again until I'm home two Saturdays later. Maybe.

Ta,
Bec