My hip has been downgraded from sharp stabbing pain to dull aching pain. I still look very silly walking up and down spiral stairs, which I must do both at home and at work, and which is becoming very inconvenient.
In other news, planning for Thanksgiving continues apace. Shiv and I have been hammering out menu items, and while things are not completely set in stone, this much I can say with certainty: I am going to have a fucking BLAST cooking this stuff. And I hope I have enough room in my fridge for all of the cheese and cream I will be buying. Holy cats. This will be a Very Dairy Thanksgiving. I am getting a little worried that turnout will be light -- a bunch of people can only attend after family obligations have been tended to, say 10 or 11 pm. That will be great for the after-party, but the idea of having as much food as I am making just kind of lounging about with not enough people to eat it right away makes me very sad.
Tomorrow I have a lot of things to attend: Z's birthday/Burning Man Decompression Party, E's birthday, and Chad Allen (a.k.a. my soon-to-be-boyfriend)'s off-Broadway play. I do love to juggle. Hopefully I will be doing a little less limping and a little more gettin' down.
In work-related news, the product manual I have been working on for a month has just been scrapped. Yes, scrapped. The 2.0 version I have written is now worthless and is to be replaced by the 2.1 version. Funny, I seem to recall making that exact same leap in logic about a month ago, when it was ignored. Color me homicidal. And now I just want to take the person who told me to write 2.0 anyway and KICK HIM IN THE JUNK.