Whoa! It's a journal entry from me that's neither fannish nor about The Thing! Can you believe it?
My brother and his gf have safely arrived in Arizona, where for the indefinite future they'll be living in a Winnebago on her father's/grandmother's land. Allegedly, at some point they'll be getting a "real" trailer home, one with, like, plumbing and stuff; until then, they have to go into grandma's house (on the same property) to use the bathroom or bathe or whatever. Bizarre. Well, whatever makes them happy, yo.
( song poll )In other news, the cortisone shot that I had in my bunion about six weeks ago -- and which I posted about
in excruciating and disgusting detail -- seems to be wearing off. That's about right; they say six to eight weeks, and in my experience that estimate has been very accurate. It's kinda sad, because it worked *so* well this time; I had just been thinking the other day how nice it's been to be so completely pain-free in that foot. I guess it's time to find me yet another podiatrist and get those orthotics already.
You know, it's not that I wouldn't be happy to have
another Indiana Jones movie, but Harrison Ford -- much as I adore him! -- is getting a bit old for that kind of thing, isn't he? I'm just sayin'.