One thing I did spontaneously last night was to do my stretches in a ritual. It... well, let's just say it's still experimental at this point. I wasn't doing too good at it, probably because I was trying to do it without a wall to do it against, which only works for one of the three stretching exercises my physical therapist assigned me to do. But I shall work on it.
By the way, I found out what my PT's ethnicity is, and she wasn't offended at all. I detected no fluctuation in her good mood at the question, either. Anyway, she said she gets that a lot. I told her I thought she looked half Indian or half Pakistani or both. But no, it turns out she's fully Mexican. It's just that she and her dad have unusually angular features for Mexicans, and a Roman nose, which confuses a lot of people, as Mexicans typically have rounder, softer features. I wanted to tell her I thought she was very pretty, and I was envious of her good looks, but I had run out of courage by that point.
Two of the electric candles I use to avoid turning my room into a smokehouse during rituals are in need of replacing. I have six altogether, four black ones and two white ones. I'm gonna have to get more of them if I can find them.
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