Freedom
Last Friday the doctors freed my wrist from its prison. It's only been a few days but I can already feel the difference in my psyche. I'll be wearing it to bed for another two months, which is a cakewalk at this point. I've already seen an increase in productivity--though it may be imagined because I'm happier--but it's going to take me a while to get back into my routine. I never managed to finish my edits of Moonshadow's Guardian, which is my first priority this month after paid work. It's going to take me a while to get back into my routine. My wrist is in a particularly fragile state after a month of disuse, and I'm still battling the depression that came with the splint. Unfortunately this means…