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I couldn't get an appointment to see my doctor, therefore couldn't get a prescription for physical therapy. However, I hit up a family friend who's a physical therapist assistant and a personal trainer, and helped my Dad with a knee injury. So I'm seeing her Monday morning to get some exercises to do in Japan, after returning from a karate tournament in Las Vegas which I'm leaving for tomorrow morning (to watch, not participate.) Monday afternoon I have a meeting with Tokyopop. I suppose Tuesday is when I dash about madly exchanging money, returning library books, cleaning the house, getting business cards made, mailing Mel the grilled cheese certificate, etc.
I just checked the weather in Tokyo. Almost had a heart attack when it read 10 degrees; checked the Fahrenheit temperature and saw that it was 55 with a low of 46. Uh-oh. That's pretty cold. Wonder if I'll have time to buy thermal socks. Also, this means I have to take all long-sleeved shirts plus pajamas, which take up more space. Plus small but poofy pillow, since I can't sleep on those bean-filled torture devices. Plus the following carefully selected trip entertainment:
Hikaru no Go on CD (I've been saving it for this very purpose.)
Time Out Tokyo.
The last four Lymond books.
C. J. Cherryh's Morgaine trilogy in omnibus.
Jennifer Crusie's Charlie All Night.
Georgette Heyer's Frederica and The Unknown Ajax.
P. G. Wodehouse's Carry On, Jeeves.
Janet Evanovich's Three to Get Deadly.
Rober Parker's Ceremony. (Unless someone wants to inform me that it sucks, in which case I will substitute something else-- Parker is so uneven.)
Barbara Michaels' The Walker in Shadows. (Ditto; I could also take her Patriot's Dream, A Stitch in Time, and Be Buried in the Rain, as I have them all and haven't read any of them yet.)
Ian Fleming's The Spy Who Loved Me.
Takashi Matsuoka's A Cloud of Sparrows.
If I can wedge them in:
Ross MacDonald's The Way Some People Die. Or I could take The Name is Archer.
Jennifer Robertson's Sword Singer.
I will have to buy more while I'm there, of course.
I just checked the weather in Tokyo. Almost had a heart attack when it read 10 degrees; checked the Fahrenheit temperature and saw that it was 55 with a low of 46. Uh-oh. That's pretty cold. Wonder if I'll have time to buy thermal socks. Also, this means I have to take all long-sleeved shirts plus pajamas, which take up more space. Plus small but poofy pillow, since I can't sleep on those bean-filled torture devices. Plus the following carefully selected trip entertainment:
Hikaru no Go on CD (I've been saving it for this very purpose.)
Time Out Tokyo.
The last four Lymond books.
C. J. Cherryh's Morgaine trilogy in omnibus.
Jennifer Crusie's Charlie All Night.
Georgette Heyer's Frederica and The Unknown Ajax.
P. G. Wodehouse's Carry On, Jeeves.
Janet Evanovich's Three to Get Deadly.
Rober Parker's Ceremony. (Unless someone wants to inform me that it sucks, in which case I will substitute something else-- Parker is so uneven.)
Barbara Michaels' The Walker in Shadows. (Ditto; I could also take her Patriot's Dream, A Stitch in Time, and Be Buried in the Rain, as I have them all and haven't read any of them yet.)
Ian Fleming's The Spy Who Loved Me.
Takashi Matsuoka's A Cloud of Sparrows.
If I can wedge them in:
Ross MacDonald's The Way Some People Die. Or I could take The Name is Archer.
Jennifer Robertson's Sword Singer.
I will have to buy more while I'm there, of course.