Even though I don’t make serious resolutions any more, I still feel as if the start of the new year (or the new month, or the new week, for that matter) is as good a time as any to make changes. Try as I might, though, I couldn’t think of any bad habits I wanted to break. Or, more to the point, any bad habits I thought I could break. So I settled for changing the color scheme here, and I’ll continue to eat too much cheese and watch too much TV.

The promises I really need to make to myself are to continue with the exercise program I started last summer, and the on-again, off-again eating regime that seems to be working to make me feel healthier. I’ve been doing pretty well with those, and I don’t intend to lose any ground just because it’s another year. Maybe I can do even better, but I certainly don’t “resolve” to do so. This morning, for example, I didn’t work out at all. But tomorrow is another day, if not another year. And I did pretty much lay off the smoked cheddar today.

The Boss has kindly advised me that he has a major typing assignment for me to do on Thursday. That’s one of the reasons I thought I should get some work done today. The other is: why not? I had a whole day with no reason to leave the house and an extra full to-do list, what with year-end and quarterly taxes and reports to get started on. Getting started being the hardest part of my job, I took advantage of the phone-free day to make that leap. Don’t worry, though. I didn’t overdo it. Getting stopped wasn’t very hard today, either.

When I went to bed last night, I wouldn’t have given a nickel for my chance to get any work done today. My left wrist was in such pain that I could feel it all the way up to my elbow. I couldn’t lift anything with that hand, but even worse was trying to do anything that required twisting it or turning it. I thought I’d be out of commission for days, but it was better when I got up this morning, and by late this afternoon the pain was completely gone.

And this is why I don’t hold out any hope for help with the condition that causes the pain, whatever it is. The doctor didn’t believe me when I told him about it, and I can’t really blame him. If he did believe in the pain, he might have later been able to claim he cured me, but he’s not allowed to take credit after pretty much dismissing me outright.