the state of the toe

It's been less than a week. The swelling has gone down considerably. The bruising grew dark but never became black. I have been able to flex the bridge of my foot for several days.

lameautarch cared for me during these 4+ days, for which I've thanked him thoroughly. I convalesced in his four-poster bed, machine on my lap, whiling away the time playing ADOM, a game guppiecat introduced me to during our Grinnell days.

Yesterday was the first day I ventured outside. This meant wearing shoes. It was a gorgeous day, surely around forty degrees. I saw more than one person wearing shorts. So when lameautarch and I were on our drive to drop me off at my dad's place, I suggested we dump my belongings and have him deposit me instead at the grocery store. I'd walk home. And I did, although I rued my choice a mite.

( An ethical happenstance )

Oscars (so far--30-ish minutes to go)

Apparently, folks thought Avatar would have won more awards by now, considering how many canned jokes have been made (particularly Ben Stiller's makeup).

It's been Hurt Locker's night. Which is interesting, because I just wasn't thrilled when I saw it. (However, my father couldn't stop singing its praises.)

Christoph Waltz totally deserved his award. If you haven't seen Inglorious Basterds, put it on your list.

Also, I must see Precious. Damn.

Edit: What is up with these personalized best actor & actress recitations? Why are the speeches about the persons, not their roles? *shakes head* These people do not need their egos inflated. That I strongly feel.