I decided to add a half mile to the walk this morning, and early on, Angel tries to pull me down a hill when she goes after a cat. I brace myself to keep from doing a face-plant on the sidewalk. For the rest of the walk I have shin splints. Every step.

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Had a crick in my neck all day yesterday. I didn't wake up with it; it showed up at work. I have a fear that the same thing will happen today.

Oh, and the psyCOO didn't get around to signing my trip voucher until after the accountant had left for the day, so I may have to wait a month before getting reimbursed for the trip to San Diego. That's not just meals and taxis, but the hotel and airfare as well. On the bright side, I charged my dinner with Miguelito to the company. Since I didn't have time to eat lunch on any day, I figured that was fair.

So, if they still fit, I'm thinking about putting my grumpy pants on today and not taking them off until Sunday when the conference is over. I won't have time for updating until then, most likely. Sara, this doesn't mean I can't help you with your project.