It never occurred to me a sprained ankle would take so long to recover.  Fortunatately, it now has -- mostly, anyway.  The ankle still hurts a little when I move it certain directions, and the swelling hasn't gone down yet, but I'm pretty happy about my decision not to go to the emergency room at 2 AM Sunday morning.  (I aggravated the injury while putting on a sock; I was about ready to call a taxi, but it turned out my phone was about to die, so I didn't want to go to the hospital without a phone.  By the time the phone was recharged, I felt a lot better.)

So, what am I worried about now?  Mostly, the fact that I haven't been out of the house since Friday, and don't really feel compelled to change that.  I mean, granted, I don't have a lot of places to go.  Monday was the first day in a while I've been willing and able to walk more than a block or so, and I didn't get off work until 8:30, so leaving would have been a problem.  And it's not like I've been booked anywhere.  But remember my history -- I was essentially a hermit for the first 22 years of my life.  The last thing I need is to get used to living like that again.

I have written a couple jokes last week and a couple jokes this week.  I'e tried the ones from last week, and am optimistic; this week's ones await my next booking, I suppose.  I'm really annoyed, because I wrote one joke, but it relied heavily on a fake Charles Dickens character name that I thought of on Saturday night.  I wrote the premise down in the notebook, but forgot to write the name.  And now I'm trying to come up with a new one, but I think Charles Dickens names are one of those things that can only happen when you're not trying.  Confound it! 

Also -- Horse Fight was a huge success.  Thanks to the comics who performed, and everyone who came out.  I need to get to booking the next one -- 9:30pm August 13, for those of you who have calendars!