A moment of bitching

because there's not much I can do.  I love to read, but not all damned day; I like being able to watch a movie or some show I like, but right now all of it's just background noise.  I can't clean much, or neaten much, or whatever else because one hand just won't do a lot of it.

Hard to cook with one hand.

This is going to be another long day

On the Village, Feral Irishman had a post

asking what happened.  Appears either a idiot algorithm or some whiny bitch griping about something caused blogger to dump the blog.  Does say he's trying to get it back up.

The shoulder is apparently healing.  I say 'apparently' because at this time I'm supposed to do one PT exercise a few times a day, otherwise 'Don't Use That Arm For Anything'.  I start PT in a week or so, and go from there.

And yes, that means you slip and do something there's that moment of "Oh crap, have I messed things up?"

And on it goes.

In other matters,

"Don't feed the zebras!"

Education and the Tyranny of 'Equality'
Hear, hear, say I.

I spent third through tenth grade in a small town, with a school and teachers who, overall, did not feed into the 'You spent effort, so you deserve a higher grade even if you can't do this' attitude.  For which, having seen what was happening when we moved to a place full of teachers with 'modern' training and standards, I give thanks.  Whatever its problems, when you moved to the next grade you could damn well read to level, knew the math required, and causing the problems that got you 'sympathy' in other places got you sent to the principal's office and likely a call to your parents that involved more unpleasantness from the parents than from the principal.