Posthuman Blues

Well aware that this could be much, much worse, I'm nevertheless in a fairly high degree of pain from yesterday's crash. I spent today sleeping and trying to limber up. I can walk fine, but every bone in my upper body feels fused into a single, inflexible mass. My neck's not nearly as bad as I feared it might be; most of the pain is concentrated around my breastbone.

I'm going to work tomorrow armed with a fresh bottle of Advil.

Almost done with Spinrad's "Agent of Chaos."