Tough day.
Writing went well, managed a pretty good workout, even got in some nursery shopping—but everything was overshadowed by the arm.
Picked up a small espalier apple tree to plant against the north wall of the house on the back patio. Didn’t have the ambition to get it in the ground, but think it’s going to look pretty good once its planted.
Took a long nap after I got home and woke feeling better. The pain was still there, but mitigated.
Rained while I was asleep, and by the look of things more than a sprinkle for a change. Yard’s starting to shape up. Even the grass.
Read a nice essay by Sherman Alexie when I got up. Enjoyed it quite a bit.