I went to taimatsu's birthday picnic yesterday, and now my knees hurt.

This is because there was a load of juggling equipment there, and several people actually using it, so I picked a few balls up and joined in for a while. Juggling when I haven't done it recently (which, these days, is most of the time) always hits my leg muscles hardest, because while the actual juggling is not particularly strenuous the crouching down to pick things up requires me to lift my bodyweight a metre into the air repeatedly, usually in a hurry and at a strange angle. So I generally end up with my legs feeling a bit wobbly from fatigue, and then painfully stiff the next day. And lo, this has happened. I never learn.

On the plus side, thanks to Lucy cunningly situating the picnic in the shade of a ginormous tree, I am only slightly pink-tinged rather than painfully sunburned, and that without having to use any suntan lotion. (I hate that stuff; it's slimy and horrible and hard to wash off. The only thing more unpleasant than suntan lotion is sunburn. If I can possibly get away without either, I prefer to.)

It was a good picnic, containing a good combination of lovely people I already knew and lovely people I hadn't previously met. Special mention in the latter category must go to huggyrei, for living up to her name and also startlingly lifting me into the air in the middle of a conversation. (The conversation was about physical strength, so it was relevant to the point she was making; nonetheless it was the most unexpected thing that's happened to me in mid-conversation for a while.)

Today I plan to do as little as possible for as long as possible with all the windows open. Bah, hot weather.