Goddamn car needed repairs.
Paid a visit to the chiropractor who helped me two years ago, and once again I instantly switched from immobile agony to completely pain-free. The man is awesome.
Found a mystery box in the garage, must have been left by a previous resident, which contained a huge collection of old (blank) postcards from the 1940s. Shipped the whole mess off to a vintage postcard dealer, who's going to tell me if any of them are worth anything.
Been reading up on
biofilms.