It must have been good: I have bruises.

Also sore muscles, though they are better now than they have been. On Friday I thought I might not make it up the stairs because my thighs felt dead. Last night I rubbed them, and my calves, and my shoulder/back/armpit which is still pretty sore. And I have taken the odd pill, and I'm just complaining because I feel like it, and also because of the sense of accomplishment of "I did a physical thing and it was good!" so, yeah.

I left the house five times this week, though twice was on one day. And last night parentals had minor party and I vaguely socialised. That is all pretty good, for me.

I woke up early today, so I think I might have a nap now.