kiya

Felt like hell when I got up.

erispope got me moving with the promise of the possibility of ice cream when we got downtown. We caught the train and tried to hike to the Constitution. Got . . . well, not lost; I knew entirely where we were, but turned around, wound up at the Common. Got unturned around, grabbed the T back up to North Station, walked to see Old Ironsides.

At this point, my legs were going out on me, and they weren't doing boat tours anymore (it was past four). I sat down to munch on my bagel, and my pocket started vibrating. (Extricating a phone from a pocket is tricky when one's sitting down and doesn't really have the ability to stand up again just yet.) It was

cheshyre, and we set up an ice cream date. Afterwards I called Kevin, and arranged for him to meet us in Charlestown, because I was in too much pain.

erispope wandered around the shop while I munched; I came in when she was about to wander through the museums. I told her I'd be around there while she museumed, and poked through the shop. Picked up another cookbook (to go with the onions cookbook I got the other day), this one called Old-Time New England Cookbook. It has seasonal recipes, so I'm assembling seasonal food data for

gwynyth for use on NE2.

Kevin picked us up while we were in the middle of a lengthy discussion of Hornblower parallelisms and the construction of the Honor Harrington series, derived vaguely from my asking her if the series she'd been talking about before was the one with one of the titles as The Nutmeg of Consolation. We went and met

cheshyre for ice cream (only getting slightly lost on the way, heh), and then went out to Indian.

I can walk some now, but I still limp intermittently. Damn hip.

And following a link from

tiassa: