Unexpected Benefit

For Botcon I commuted in every day, since the convention was just about 40 minutes from home. I'm doing more conventions than usual this year, and keeping the costs down by paying $36 in parking fees + ~$20 in gas instead of $27 in parking fees + 3 nights' share of a hotel helps me afford all of them. While this did mean I missed a little more of the con due to coming in later in the mornings (other benefits: I got to sleep in my own bed and didn't have to pay restaurant prices for breakfast), it appears that several of the friends I was hanging out with have come down with con crud. :( Which, who knows, may be as associated with airplane travel as with the actual conventions.

I haven't.

Fortunately.

Dental stuff is quite enough to deal with, TYVM. (Report: minimal pain; very easy procedure, during which I amused myself by thinking the different drills or whatever sounded like different kinds of airplane engines. Have not been in any pain afterward.)

Things that are amusing: a Circle K has opened this year just down the street and over from my house. I will forever and always associate Circle K (and San Dimas) with Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Every time I pass it, I reflexively check for a time-travelling phone booth. None spotted yet.

*throbthrobthrob* goes the pain

My Wednesday night writing class ended last week. Wonderful Husband takes a Wednesday night ice skating class, and as this was the last class of this session, it was "bring a friend" night.

I apparently can still only do fifteen minutes on my ice skates before being reduced to the pain point of tears and having to take them off. The accompanying tension headache is not helped by the sheer noise of the rink, nor by the cold. The instructor for us guests didn't help by remarking that it took her nearly two years to break in her skates. Wonderful Husband's never caused him any discomfort.

I used to be able to skate. Why the hell are personal skates that cost nearly $200 so much more painful than even the crappy rentals?

What is wrong with my feet? What is wrong with me?