No squirrels have come to play on the Squirrel-a-Whirl. Toiletblogging's no fun after all. I can't find a roll of film I took on a fun photo excursion on Saturday. I got a tetanus shot today and it's making my shoulder ache. The constant vacillation between cold-dry and warm-moist outside has my skin in outright revolt; it feels like I've been shedding an entire set of lips each week.
I am trusting that a day trip to San Antonio tomorrow (cake tasting, lunch eating, succulent browsing) will pull me out of my tailspin of minor irritations. Surely it must.
Even if it doesn't, at least now that I've had a tetanus shot I can stomp on rusty nails and rub dirt into open wounds with impunity, and that's something to be grateful for, isn't it?