I know I'm weird, but I am insane about books. When I get any extra money, I try and buy books. When I create those to-do lists, half of them are books. I like to read.
Well, when my Sister's house burned during the summer, they lost all of their books. The ones that survived the fire were destroyed by water and mold damage. I don't have the money to replace anything as yet, but since I'd planned on reading the Harry Potter series before the end of the year, I decided to give them my books when I'm done with them. They got the first three, plus the fifth book already, since I had two copies of them. The rest are waiting for me to finish them.
It's also good because somehow I've managed to hurt my back. It may be because of the fall, either directly or indirectly. I hit my toe while I sleep, which seems to cause me to contort into weird positions during sleep. I've caught myself doing it. Between the two, my back is killing me. Every single day for the past... week, at least. One day or even a couple days isn't enough for me to mention in a post, but this is crazy.
The toe continues to look messed up. I'll give it time, mostly because I consider most doctors worthless, but the toe looks... deviated. Not just broken, but possibly broken in a couple places and not healing straight/right. It's like a road they built from two ends, but when they met, they discovered their measurements were off by ten or twenty feet.
Anyway, that's about it. Physical activities are even more severely curtailed because of this. Damn them.