How lucky that my massage therapist does acupuncture as well. My left elbow is ever so much happier than yesterday. Must get her to do the right one next week. What beats me, though, is how muscles that I stretch and exercise twice daily ie quads, scream like babies when she pokes them. What does it take to make them unclench, when I'm not aware of them clenching in the first place?

Also my knee still clicks, click-clock, which is distracting. But at least it doesn't hurt, or at least not today.

As for reading Wednesday, I finished nothing in the last week except a book of crosswords. (cough) Currently near the end of The Library of the Unwritten and halfway through Love in the Time of Cholera. The former is Good Omens-ish because it involves demons and angels and a couple of neither-nors. The latter is going to give me a hangover because Latin American lit does that, but is well enough so far.

A hold I'd completely forgotten about came in at the library. Appropriately, it's The Bodies in the Library. And while a nice mystery is what I need right now, I'm not sure this is it.

Otherwise we're at the calico patchwork quilt stage of autumn, all the colours all the time. Brief as cherry blossoms and much more beautiful.