I'm sad that boots no longer cure my back woes, especially now that knees have returned to a year ago's unhappiness. But why were my knees so happy two years ago? The other recurrence I could do without are the heel cracks and thumb cracks. They both appear from nowhere, both go deep, and both hurt like the dickens. Truly, I'd be just as happy to spend the next month curled up on my sofa, reading and doing crosswords: but that apparently is not an option.
Must also note that someone should tell Steven Brust the difference between crumbled and crumpled. His characters are always lying in pieces on the floor after Vlad's attacks, which is a very unpleasant image indeed.
