At work. Viel zu tun. Had an irritating day yesterday (outside of pub quiz, as we were victorious for the first time in a good, long while) and awful sleep last night. Treated myself to diner breakfast, but had forgotten to charge my Kindle in, oh, three weeks, so had to read off my phone. Not ideal.
My shoulder has been giving me grief for several days (even before my ride on Sunday), so I think I have forgotten how to sleep properly in more ways than one. Y’know that scene in Lethal Weapon where Riggs resets his dislocated shoulder by bashing it into a filing cabinet? I’m starting to wonder if that would be beneficial. There’s something not quite right there. I have to make a doctor’s appointment anyway, as I have to haul my body in for a tune-up, so I will ask about it. My neck and shoulder should not be so fustigated so frequently.
(I am upset to find out that spellcheck on this work computer didn’t know ‘fustigated’ and corrected it to ‘festinated’. That’s way more made up.)
I’ve been listening to the audiobook of Around the World in 80 Days, something that I never got around to reading when I was younger. I am delighted by it wholeheartedly. At one point, fairly early on (in the India bit), Passe-Partout (I believe) refers to Phileas Fogg as a ‘man of steel’. Is this the first use of that phrase? Inquiring minds want to know. Cursory Googling yielded nothing.
(Yes, I realize the original book was in French. ‘Homme d’acier’?)
I stand by my earlier Twitter statements that this is true, no matter how flushed I got when it was brought up last night at the pub. It’s the dream, people!