but to be able to arm wrestle for my country or even, lift something that weighs more than this:
I have to do weights. (Urg?) Normally I never go to that testosterone-infused part of the gym, where the men are puffing away, and feel a bit funny about it. I might have to improvise at home instead, with cans of beans.
But you know. Good news! Shoulder is getting better. Now I am to keep an eye on the other, allegedly well-behaved one, which may, as they do in a percentage of cases, freeze up itself, out of sympathy. I have to test the range every day, a thing that always occurs to me to do in public places, before I forget. I have already hailed myself a cab by accident.
And, Smokey has been cleaned up, and is now awaiting in-betweens, and corrections to the tail, and to the volumes etc. Still, here is the work in progress:
(PS. It was exhausting to watch, so I limited the loops. Refresh him by pressing F5! Oh, and it seems he doesn't run in firefox. Or only sometimes. Sorry, firefoxy people.)