He stood at a respectful distance of a couple meters, and began to describe the inner workings of the gadget. Whilst waving his arms, at one moment he was pointing at the dome. As we had learned, the electric field around his finger, what with the small radius of curvature, was very large, and sure enough...
He quietly and slowly put his hands in his pockets, put his head down, walked to the opposite corner of the room, leaned up against the wall, and waited for a long moment.
"Last year," he said at last, "I promised myself I'd never do that again."
I recall hearing someone in my father's generation lamenting the fact that colorful phrases like "The Eagle screams on Friday night" were becoming meaningless. And that "The computer burps" just doesn't have the same heft to it.
Been doing physical therapy for a sore shoulder. There's this stabbing sensation in the back of the joint from time to time when I reach for stuff, especially behind me. Like the comb in my back pocket. Or the map in the back seat of the car.
Turns out, shoulders are really complicated gadgets. And that some of the small muscles in my rotator cuff, whose job seems to be to hold the ball in the socket, and rotate the arm in certain circumstances, are kind of weak and sore. So there are some gentle exercises to help strengthen them and improve my range of motion. I think it's helping, but sometimes it's hard to tell what's a shoulder problem and what's coming from the typing injuries in my wrists and elbows.
Nuff for now.
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