Woo!

Woke up early and angry, with some plans to write about anger in general and my current anger in particular, its reasons for being and when it is or isn't justified. Then I thought maybe I should try going back to sleep instead of fueling the fires, so I started fiddling with the alarm on my clock radio--and the FM/AM/LW/Shortwave radio which hasn't actually received signals in over a year (two years?) suddenly started working again!

I am so not going back to sleep now. But now that I have the chance (and no way of knowing how long the radio will behave itself), should I listen to Radio Australia or WRNR? Decisions, decisions...

Today's update

After all the stresses of this week, I was actually genuinely looking forward to physical therapy today. Hours without phones I'd have to answer! At least 20 minutes of me being able to lie down on a heat pack and do nothing without guilt! And, with luck, a good massage before the requisite torture. (It wouldn't be physical therapy without a little torture.)

Does anyone want to take a guess what happened when I got there? Anyone? Yes, that's right--they couldn't find any evidence of my appointment in their computer, and all the physical therapists were going home early! The guess is that when I canceled my appointment Wednesday, the receptionist wiped out all my appointments at once. So now my next scheduled appointments with them are for early October.

Was very much not ready to ride the bus home, so I went to the nearest shopping mall food court and alternated between reading the book I'd brought with me (Donald A. Norman, Emotional Design) and putting my head down to keep from passing out.

When I was finally ready to deal with the bus, it was late enough that I got to see the sunset en route. A girl complimented me on the T-shirt I'm wearing and said that she really likes designs like this maybe because her mother's a hippie and she (the girl) always has to buy cool shirts before going to events but this shirt kinda reminds her of Guns'N'Roses actually and Axl Rose was sooo hot when he was younger and her mother laughed at her because she was adult in a lot of ways and had adult things like a nose piercing and a tongue piercing and used to have piercings alll up her ears and in her bellybutton (the girl took a breath sometime in here, maybe) and she (the girl) is already sixteen but she still acts like a kid and she refuses to grow up because it's a lot more fun to be like a kid, isn't it? I liked her.

Got home. Before collapsing in bed, I saw there was mail for me from someone at social services, so I've got more phone numbers to try. I'm quite glad of that, while simultaneously being incredibly sick of making phone calls and wishing I could use Morse Code instead. I'd have to learn Morse code first, I'm afraid.

To sum up: Nothing much happened today. But my shortwave radio still works.