Creaky productivity.

[sessifet]

Got up this morning with every joint in my body screaming at me that, hey, had we noticed it rained overnight? Because it rained overnight and I might not have notidced this, so they thought it needed to be announced loudly. I grumped my way into clothes, grumped my way downstairs, grumped coffee in a mug and, once I sat down, waited for my painkillers to kick in. Since then, I applied for two jobs (one being a Dutch customer support role in Gloucester), collected all relevant bits and bobs to send to my mum, got snuggled by Jazz and kind of tidied my bedroom. I need to go out shortly to replace my co-codamol and to get some sour cream for the quesadillas I'll be making with the leftover roast chicken.

So, even on a moderately bad day I seem to be reasonably productive. Go me.

Comments

[swaldman.livejournal.com]

I realise this isn't relevant to anything, but I'm curious as to the means by which your joints check the weather. Do you know if it's a pressure thing? A temperature thing? A humidity thing? A mystical superpower thing? (hey, cool, autocorrect knows "superpower"!)

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

Hrm....I don't know if they hold up little barometers and check the results off on a little chart (though that image is quite amusing), but I do know they get really annoyed when it's cold and damp. Hot and humid is okay. Hot and dry is awesome. Cold and dry is also okay, but carries its own downsides (muscles locking up, rather than joints).