Writing’s gone well. That’s the good part. The bad part is that my back has locked up. It has happened before, probably something pinching a nerve. I’m stretching, taking pain killers, and trying to get the blood flowing by laying on a bed of nails. It’s working, because it’s a lot better than it was last night. My dreams were of pain, and then waking up I felt said pain. It wasn’t a pleasant night at all. I’ve had to take out my cane, which got some use almost two years ago when I had problems with my left foot, for fear of falling over if pain hits while I hobble for more coffee in my apartment.

Ah, the joys of the body, eh? Back when I was a teenager, I had both knee and back problems. They were due to growth spurts, and too much tennis, golf, and football. Well, perhaps not too much, but that was what it felt like, and that was what made things worse. This current episode sure brings back some memories in that regard.