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I finished The Vintner's Luck. Perhaps, after a long soak in the tub, the prospect of starting on Kushiel's Dart tomorrow will not seem terrifying.

Only I could feel so beset by a plague of fictional angels. It is sort of funny if you think about it.

neat

I am getting _paid_ to attend this tomorrow:

http://community.livejournal.com/newyorkers/2266100.html

With a little luck, this Baroque dance weekend is looking viable.

my knee

So, with the insight provided by the maestro, I've been revisiting this thing with my knee.

Conclusions:

- women walk in a way that is terrible for our knees. We want our feet to be a needle were balanced on, and it looks lovely in heels, but it causes knee twisty-ness

- crossing my legs is definitely pushing the knee into a bad place. Back to being a good Hewitt girl and only crossing at the ankles for me.

- holy crap are my tendons tight. Only in a hot hot hot shower can I keep my knee over my foot without my knee or my ankle going ballistic. Guess it's time to reinvest in the worst thing about being a dancer ever -- rubber leg-warmers until I can

- build up the strength in my leg muscles that are so underdeveloped, that my well-developed ones are actually pulling the knee out of line.


At least I know what's going on now.