One of these things is nothing to do with the other

Ouchie. Yesterday's physio session was, um, a little brutal? in its efforts to recover what might have been lost ground; and now my shoulder is strapped up. And exceedingly sore. I think the strapping is really just to hide the bruises. "You may feel it for a day or two," she said. Heh. (But I left her brokedy too, nursing her poor abused thumbs. The last five minutes, she'd been using her elbows instead.)

And now I must go and make bread. Which I have not done for weeks'n'weeks, and nothing good has happened in the meantime, so. (If there are no superstitions about the baking of bread causing good things to happen around it, there ought to be...)

Reading things wrong

In Korean symbology, apparently a cat and a butterfly together indicate longevity.

Um. Put one of my boys anywhere near a butterfly, and longevity is not exactly the first thing to occur...