The headache subsided later this afternoon, so a I spent a little time messing with Twilight. I cut and pasted large chunks to get them in the right order for the timeline. I think one key to slicing large segments of text is to start small. I am pleased to announce I successfully trashed nearly one hundred words and replaced them with about ten. It’s a start.

The Spurs were on ABC this afternoon, so Inuit and I got to watch them. Tim Duncan’s ankle sprain looked like an exact replay of mine from July 2003–the one that took me nearly six months to recover from. Only he has a good excuse. I was walking in my yard, and it just gave out. He’ll be getting professional treatment, and he’s much younger than I am, so I’m certain he’ll be back in action in a couple weeks. I used to heal faster when I was younger, too. Of course, if I’d gotten referred for physical therapy, I might have recovered quicker, too. I didn’t realize the military’s physical therapy departments had improved as much as they have, plus, I was still working under the antiquated advice of my 8th grade basketball coach that you just have to suck some things up. For the record, an ankle swollen to the size of the widest part of your calf is not one of those things–and perhaps I should have sought follow-on treatment from the Air Force after visiting the Army hospital emergency room.