Hurt myself.

The end.

In more detail: (a) tripped in the living room, landed on the formerly okay knee, also hurt right hand and pulled a stomach area muscle. (b) got a tiny yet painful fragment of glass in my finger tip that will not come out no matter what, but does continue to cut things up inside there. and (c) banged my hip very hard into the very sharp edge of a desk.


Though, really, I did other things too--laundry, spider diasporing (part of the overall whole-house spider pogram/jihad. (I let them live if they ran. My mom, not so much.)), cleaning out my mom's closet so new clothes can be put in there, analysis of the dishwasher's not-workingness, some mangling of the hedge outside, etc.

And my mom was *SO* surprised, and so pleased to see me. She took off Thursday and Friday, and we did cleaning, interspersed with things like shopping, seeing the baby, eating out, etc. (I'd show you the picture they gave me of the baby, but he's sort of...creepy old man/evil elf in the picture. This should be solved as soon as he transforms into the buddha baby shape we all know and love.)

The train down and back was a dream (literally, on the way down--I think I slept more than halfway there.) There was some terror getting to the Amtrak train to start with from here, as there were switching problems at Alewife (end of the line for the T, where the trains turn around), and the T was horribly delayed and I had a tight schedule), but once on the train, everything went smoothly.