Traveller

I got a weird spam this morning consisting of a blank email except for the following lines:

"a land of men and women too; except it be a woman old;
a land of men and women too;"

I had no doubt that the lines were lifted from a poem, and that the apparent negative age-related message of the spam was not the intended message of the original, so I searched to find out what this snippet was lifted from.

Result: The Mental Traveller, by William Blake

Not only is this a wonderful, if somewhat disturbing poem, but it also proved once and for all that the word "traveller" has two Ls in it, regardless of what various spell checkers and Webster's currently listed "preferred" spellings indicate.

Blake trumps Websters.

General wrist update

Seems to be mending well. The surgeon did a good job - this was not a simple break. I still feel twinges, but this is a good thing -- it lets me know there's still a pulse there!

I'm completely off percoset (as of 11:00 pm Friday) and have not even needed an aspirin since then. There were enough scary percoset side effects - subtle changes in personality, creepy physical sensations, etc., that I was happy to experience any pain left over from the surgery rather than the percoset. Besides, pain is a good indicator of how far not to push it.

Turned out that wasn't a problem. I was surprised when I woke up Saturday morning and there was no pain. The previous day it had been pretty noticeable. Hopefully this means it's mending faster than expected. (They gave me enough percoset for two weeks).