My forearms hurt like hell. I can't even turn a doorknob or flush a toilet.

I have the most scrumptious leftover brownies in my possession. I will not share.

I now own the 10-in-1 Atari joystick game console. Asteroids and Missile Command make me happy. Pong aggravates me when it goes too fast. Curse the creator.

I'm headed out to Palo Alto for the rest of the day. I hope I can drive straight.

Potluck dinner with the brother and cousins is planned for 7 pm. I will simply pick up something from a restaurant as my contribution. The forearm pain is a good excuse for not cooking something. In reality, I am lazy.

I think you'll be OK. I know it. Hang in there.