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So, a good night of dancing on Monday - right up until the middle of a fairly rowdy walk-through of Picking Up Sticks, when Paul accidentally tripped me. Or tripped over me. I'm not clear of the sequence. I was doing the steps, and paying attention to my partner, and laughing, and then suddenly I was completely off-balance and trying hard not to fall.

That was probably my mistake. I should have fallen. But instead, I came down extremely hard on my right foot to balance myself, and the shock of it went all the way up to the hip.

In the moment, it didn't hurt enough to leave the dance. I staggered a bit and clutched Carl's arm, and I felt kind of light-headed. But I finished the walk-through and danced the dance and went to sit down, and then my hip started to ache persistently. And Paul came over to apologize, and I told him it was nothing to worry about - I was just going to sit out a dance to rest, and then I changed my mind and left altogether.

That was Monday, and today it still hurts. Nothing dramatic, just a quiet throbbing pain and some difficulty walking. I'm doing the things I know how t do, rest and heat and anti-inflammatories. I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it. It's still much less pain than I used to have every day. I can still walk. But it's a little scary to think about everyday pain coming back.

The ironic part of all this is that I've recently gotten into a rasseff discussion with aiglet about chronic pain and the things I've learned from it. I'm having superstitious thoughts that I should have left the topic severely alone.

I can't help it!

Okay, the hell with work. Let's Googlewhack.

My first successful Googlewhack:
buccal resplendence (score = 188,790,000)

My next Googlewhacks successively declined in score, a disturbing trend:
buccal sempiternal (98,084,000)

fulgidity manor (71,760,000)

oleaginous antidisestablishmentarianism (66,155,000)

But then I hit pay dirt and broke a billion:
meningocele pornography (8,177,400,000!)

I've discovered two unexpected roadblocks in my (it must be conceded) brief search for the perfect Googlewhack:

(1) Far too many people have Cool Words sites. The truly unusual words tend to appear together in lists of truly unusual words. How unfair.

(2) Why does a search for "opisthognathous porn" produce site summaries like these?

(from a site offering pornographic pictures of fat women)
opisthognathous procrastinator brachycephalization Pictures Ugly Fat Women. valetudinarianism interjoist triphaser.

(from a site offering pics of allegedly "accidental" exposures of cheerleaders)
overcoated nonoffensive opisthognathous...her mouth caused his nuts to Free Upskirt Cheerleader free pantyhose porn pics tighten up and his cock to spurt a huge...
(mercifully, the Google summary ended there.)

Bliss.

Simmering away on the stove is a sauce made from equal parts marsala wine and chicken broth, plus the residua of the chicken and vegetables just sauteed in the pan.

On the counter waiting for the sauce is a baking dish containing browned pounded-flat chicken breasts, topped with sauteed mushrooms and red bell peppers, topped with grated mozzerella and parmesan cheese.

On the dining room table, waiting for dinner to be done so we can pop it in the VCR, is a videotape that has come to us all the way from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. It holds four West Wing episodes I have never seen.

In my inbox is mail from the journal editors who requested the invited paper, in which they say things like "should be required reading in the field" and "brilliant analysis" and "very fine argument."

Life is good.