mallorys_camera | Gastrocnemius Follies

And cranked out another 800 words on the WiP yesterday. Did not finish Chapter 3, but did start Chapter 4!

Grazia and Neal have just finished dining at their favorite restaurant, have noticed all sorts of anamolies—like why are the tables suddenly pushed so far apart and why is there a ginormous bottle of hand sanitizer on their table?

Shortly they will begin a post-prandial stroll through Kingston. Kingston is locking down! But what will they see that signals this?

Fortunately (or unfortunately), I have many days to parse that one since I am very, very busy with other things the rest of this week.

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I did something to my left leg. Don't have the slightest idea what because I can't remember incurring any injury, but my gastrocnemius is throbbing at its medial insertion point. Could I possibly have fucked it up in my sleep? I do tend to sleep in a tight little fetal-position ball.

I ignored the pain yesterday & went tromping because exercise.

But maybe I won't ignore it today. (Because recovery.)

I doubt very much it's anything serious. But, of course, that doesn't stop me from fantasizing that I've thrown a clot and any minute now will collapse from Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, or that I'm the first person in the world to come down with a rare form of cancer that announces itself by left calf pain and invariably kills in a mere three weeks.