Staring down the barrel of 29 books to go and one month to read them in, I am put in mind of a conversation at the beginning of this journey, wherein the decision to go for 50 was gently questioned by the inventor of the challenge. And, as is my way with home-based challenges, I relied more on bravado than sanity in goal setting. I am humbled, yes.

Sure, I could whip out 29 trade comics and bust it out, but how fun is that, really? This is MY two-thirds book challenge, and I am readjusting my expectations because I want to. I’m moving a bunch of books to next year’s challenge list and setting an attainable, but only just, goal of 26 books for this years challenge. Half. Where I should have started anyway.

Since I am at 21 books now, that probably seems easy. I will point out that I am about to embark on Okgoreberfest 2012, wherein I will watch one horror movie a day for the month of October. So, you know, a lot of prime reading time will be filled with blood and guts. There’s room for all challenges and for next year’s two-thirds challenge we’ll set a more reasonable goal from the get go!

***Warning – Shameless Confessional Ahead***

I have been injured for almost 2 weeks. This is a different sort of injury for me. I can’t work through it, I can tough it out. I’ve been taking the narcs and the muscle relaxers and the anti-inflamatories and the ice packs. And boy, am I healing slowly. I’m working with my doctor and my chiropractor, and they’re wonderful, but jesus, I’ve been trapped in my house except to go to appointments for the injury. I can’t lift a coffee cup without it hurting. One thing gets better, another gets worse.

Part of this injury house arrest involves not being able to clean my house, not being able to clean myself, not being able to move a muscle without thinking about it really hard, not being able to reach my vitamins, not being able to cook. I think you get it, I’m operating on a level of helplessness that is not completely foreign to me, but has never been this lengthy.

I will spare the graphics, but I had just joined Weight Watchers a couple weeks before this happened, and I haven’t been able to attend a meeting. I must be gaining wieght because I can’t do anything. That’s disappointing. I can’t shower without help, enough said. I can’t even put up my hair because I can’t reach it. In short, I am in a sort of personal hell that I am just waiting to escape.

***End Shameless Confessional***

So, I can type though, and I can plan for life beyond this crappy injury. So, I really did think this would be a great time to try out this 43 Things business. I will set me some goals. It will be very personal and very public and I’m okay with that. I’m also okay with you following if you want, I generally try not to be too gushy on this site, but that site may be another story. We’ll see. I need to feel like I’m in control of what is happening with my life. Anyone in this situation would!