Diminished duties

My physio says that if circumstances were different, this week she would be telling my employer to put me on diminished duties, just to stop me hurting myself worse than I am.

Circumstances, of course, are not different (are they ever?), and my employer is not the kind of person who reacts well to such suggestions.

Still'n'all, I am trying to type less this weekend [he typed - yes, yes, I know. It's irony, 'k?]. The world is not much cooperating, though. The cricket is so awful I have not wanted to listen to it, and I doubt I shall want to watch the Grand Prix tomorrow (this is a very flat season, for a Ferrari fan). I tried watching a Harry Potter movie this early evening, and was very quickly bored. I kind of resent that, oddly: I do not like being a person who disses Harry Potter. I wanted to celebrate it, the whole phenomenon, books and films and all. But - well. Bored.

Also, I have two books I have to read, and I am not enjoying either of them. What I actually want to do right now is open a bottle of wine and a Georgette Heyer (in the interests of research, obviously), but I am not allowing myself either of those treats. If I start indulging myself now readingwise, I'll never finish the books I need to have read; and I drank far too much, stupid amounts on my own yesterday, so alcohol is being withheld this day. Bad Chaz, no biscuit. Or, in this case, booze.

I did also think I might reduce computer-time by not reading my friends page, but - well. Too late now.

On the other hand, I have just peeled three heads of garlic and stuffed a chicken with them, so it's not all awful.

And the turkey-and-pork terrine in the fridge is kinda awesome. I am most pleased with myself over that. It's just a shame I have no one to feed it to...