Ignore the fact that the artwork is not yet attached to the wall. This one isn’t about the artwork.
I make the bed 99 out of 100 mornings.
Today was not one of those days.
This morning I wrenched my back (I think this is the proper diagnosis) so bad, I was briefly paralyzed with fear. And pain.
It’s perfectly normal to be wondering what type of extreme sport I was participating in, to cause such damage – I’d be wondering to.
It was the extreme sport of sitting up in bed, putting my feet on the floor, and bending over to pet Ginger.
That’s it.
It took a bit of “what the hell-ing” to figure out that it may be tied to the previous two days worth of yard work. Cutting all the grass with a push mower (hillside and all) and digging holes for planting rosemary bushes.
But with one simple forward bend, I shattered all plans for the day. And a tiny piece of my pride. Because there’s nothing quite like hobbling around for a full day to make you feel your age.
Here’s to hoping for a hobble-free day tomorrow.
