Variation on a Monday morning...

I came into my office this morning to discover that over the weekend, someone had broken in by breaking a hole in the wall from the corridor - perhaps someone who got into the theatre during the auditions that were held yesterday? In any case, they'd scattered the contents of my files drawers around the floor, scattered bits of Rolodex, and generally made an awful mess. But the computers are all right, I'm happy to say.

So now I'm sorting throught the mess, before going for physiotherapy.

Physiotherapy...

My physiotherapist, Debbie, doesn't want to see me any more. She says I've graduated. It feels more like being exiled - I liked the physiotherapy. It was doing me so much good. It was a way to measure my progress. (Eight degrees in my ankle now! Woo-hoo!) She says she isn't worried about me. "You're highly motivated."

I am?

The foot is (she says) getting looser laterally as well - at last. So why does it still feel so stiff? And I should be doing more exercies of all types... especially the annoying, difficult ones like wall squats. Right.

The little ground hog didn't show himself today; it's been three weeks since I've seen him in the garden outside the rehab gym. Perhaps he found another, better home. He was a cute little guy, with think brown-and-reddish fur, always purposeful and busy looking (like the proverbial beaver) except when he was lounging in the sunlight, limbs splayed like a flat fur rug.

So now I'm back at work, with more cleaning up to do.