Adductor inflamed, taking a day off from mulling. Tried drawing, but that falls under a similar category of using the hand and arm to strain towards a point on the desk surface, so... Am doing some menial labor a little bit, to stretch out, and the first hunt of the season was great - a really lovely forest, perfect weather, great assembly. Lots of dogs, lots of young ones, too, so poor Lyra needed to play a matron and by the end of the day, I kid you not, had to be carried up the stairs. Idiot dog. The weather is turning, slowly getting colder, rainy, windy. Moody. November-like. I oddly thrive in it. Perhaps I've missed a proper downer season. We'll see. I haven't written a poem in ages. Haven't even written poems about not writing poems.