P.G. Wodehouse and Arthur Conan Doyle.
Intrigue. Antiquated class structures. Excessive alcohol consumption. What could be more diverting?
Having previous gorged ourselves on Lord Peter Wimsey and Jane Marple, we engaged in an orgy of Campion-watching last night.
And today, Robb is paying for this. He has a major television hangover.
I was teasing Robb last night about how he was sitting too still, but sitting still is exactly what did him in. When Robb gets too caught up in something, and doesn't regularly change his position, his body protests and "punishes" him.
Too much laying still, and watching tv? That results in a sleepless night and achy discomfort the next day. Weird, huh?
This all proves the point that if Robb wants to feel well, he has to keep moving at all times.
A year ago:Robb sleeps without socks for the first time since his spinal cord injury. We lead an exciting life, don't we?
Two years ago:I'm engaged in a frenzy of painting, and create a beautiful faux-tile floor in just two days. (Great photos on this one.)
Three years ago:Robb has his final home-therapy session, and starts doing therapy without his full-torso body armor. The cats are shedding.