Still wrecked from Saturday. (The gig just made me really tired and sore of wrist; the lifting and carrying I did in Bowie afterward and then unloading stuff at my house that night put me in a whole 'nuther level of pain.) Standing and walking are not easy right now. My attendance at 3LF rehearsal tonight is possible (if the tramadol suddenly starts working better than it has the last thirty six hours) but extremely unlikely. :-( I'll try to write something interesting this evening to compensate for not being where I really ought to be, if I can prop myself in a typing position long enough, but I'm not counting on managing that, either.