Well, yesterday was a bit of a wash.

Got up at a decent hour, did the bulk of my routine, lay down for a refreshing non-nap of about 30 minutes.  Then as I was making lunch, I somehow threw my right shoulder out.  OWWW.  In an instant, I turned from a moderately healthy and active 30-something into a little old lady of 83.

Took some cyclobenzaprine -- a muscle relaxant -- and some ibuprofen as soon as possible.  The first knocked me out.  The second?  Not sure if it did much at all.  But as a result I was too looped out to make it to work.  In fact, I slept from 1-4 p.m. ...

Once I regained consciousness, I had a hair appointment to keep.  Got myself ready, headed down to The Fox Den to let Amber work her magic with my hair.  On the agenda: a cut, and furthering my hair from a pretty, peachy blonde to the ultimate goal of silver-grey.

That went well, save for the rinsing part; leaning back in the chair to get my hair inundated was... painful, at best.  But the final results are mrrrr.  Quite pleased; just the right shade of grey, with hints of russet just barely enough to evince themselves under scrutiny, giving my hair a pleasing depth.  Frankly, I feel like I look like an anime character now!

Afterwards, Pazi wanted to see.  I'd already had dinner by the time we poked each other online, and all of us -- she, Tess, and I -- were in dire need of some quiet time, but they still had me come over for a bit.  Given the vocalisations I heard methinks they approve of the new hair as well.  And both Pazi and Tess took pity on me, tag-teaming to give me a backrub.  Pazi wiped out a few of the main knot's exurbs, while Tess went in and nuked the area rather thoroughly.  When the natives put on their radiation suits and started to rebuild, Tess blasted them again -- and oh my word, I feel so much better today!

Then Pazi, feeling a domestic urge, made some of the tastiest oatmeal raisin cookies I've ever had.  Nomz!  Perfection in and of themselves.  Though given my own culinary proclivities, I couldn't help but think of how to level up the recipe; some apple and mace added to the dough would do the trick nicely.

Lightly cuddly, quiet time followed, with lemon tea and a Triceyhead on Skype.  By 11 p.m. I needed to head home and slink into bed, and Pazi was verbed out... so we called it a night.

It's so nice to have friends and family with whom I can just be present, without needing constant interaction. Hopefully we all still got the quiet we needed; at least I did.

And that was my Tuesday.