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Of the many prizes available to me today, I apparently was set on winning the blow to the head.

I was at my trainer's gym at 10, and one of the sets involved doing push-ups below the built-in bar on a Smith machine. Smith proved suitably anonymous for me and I therefore lost sight of it and brained myself against it on the final set. This then led to the following online exchange:

Sally: how's your head feeling??

Ray: I'm fine. Do I know you?

Sally lol....don't F with me, Ray....

By that time, I'd done more to mess with me head: I reported for my quarterly blood-donation duty at church, which went fine except for the technician being immersed in enough nicotine to constrict my own blood vessels by at least 30 over 20. (Fortunately, the Lisinopril worked well enough to qualify me to donate.)

I put out me pint and was given the usual orders to not lift heavy things or exercise for the rest of the day. "You mean I can't mow the lawn?", I asked, and this was confirmed. Didn't rule out weedwhacking, though, and so I whacked a bunch of them.

After that and a brief but intense-dreamy nap, we dined. I broke things, but the dish-parts cleaned up nicely (Eleanor might even be able to krazyglue my two-piece wine glass back into one) and the dogs took care of the rice breakage. Also, we discovered, Tasha loves asparagus treetrunks; Ebony, not so much.

We then watched most of an Iranian movie called Circumstance. I watched enough of tonight's Doctor to know I'm not going to figure it out in real time. Tonight's Orphan Black begins in two minutes and I doubt I have the non-concussed leetle grey calle to process that, either- but I think I'll go try.

Buenas nachos, youse about to celebrate Sinko de Mayo: