Last weekend I folded laundry. It was Thursday before my arm forgave me for such an egregious attack on itself.
Yesterday I went bra shopping. Tried on probably twenty different bras. I'm hoping my arm forgives me before Thursday this time (dressing and undressing are still rather uncomfortable things for my shoulder/arm/neck area and doing them repeatedly in a short amount of time made it go from uncomfortable to painful before I was done). Today, it's busy shouting at me.
ION, I finally got to watch Doctor Who this morning. ( Spoilery for 5x05, Flesh and Bone )
Oh, I also got my hair done yesterday. It's not exactly the color I was expecting. Not bad, per se. Just not what I got the last two times. My stylist must have been going off an old set of notes, because I'm pretty sure this is the first color we tried, about a year ago, that I vetoed after the first attempt. It's darker than I'm really comfortable with, and the color mix has more brown in it than I wanted. If this is the color she was thinking I had last time, that explains her amazement at how much it had faded. Oh well, ten weeks until I go back and get it done again, which is a totally liveable amount of time.