Snow and ice and people who don't salt their sidewalks make travel difficult in these latter twingey days. But I noticed on my can rides to work that the Bloor sidewalks were now clear, so figured I could walk the bike down Christie to Bloor and thereby get some necessary erranding done, like returning the pile of heavy library books and stocking up on quantities of muscle relaxants. The knees are no more unhappy than usual but the lower back is killing me. And then once I'd walked to the end of my block, the streets were clear enough to actually bicycle on, so my mission was accomplished in record time.
Now I have to somehow get to College and Spadina where the ousted comic shop Beguiling has my copies of the new RoL comics. And it's supposed to snow for the next three days.
However! one reason the piriformis hurts is that a week ago I lost my useful tennis ball for rolling on muscle knots with. Couldn't find it anywhere. Until yesterday when it turned up, where else, in my bed. It's not like my bed is a king or even a queen. It's a double, not really wide enough for two people, but wide enough for me to sleep with tennis balls and books and pens and not know they're there.