Mea culpa, mea vertabrae
"There he is, sherriff! There's the varmint what done it!"
Blogging has been interrupted for the last couple of days while I have been recuperating from foolishly re-irritating an old back injury. How? I stacked half a cord of beautiful, but very heavy, apple firewood. I have only myself to blame.
I stayed home for a couple of days because I could barely move. The most frustrating part was that even though I'm not sick, so I'm as lucid as I ever am, I can't sit long enough to work on any projects -- work or personal. Mostly I lay on my belly and read. Yesterday I dragged myself down to the basement to watch The Hidden Fortress, which improved my rather whiny and self-pitying mood considerably. That, plus abdominal/lower back exercises and a tasty NSAID my doctor was kind enough to prescribe over the phone have helped considerably.
Today I'm back at work, slogging through a ton of stuff that piled up while I was gone, but at least I have a standing workstation here so I can actually work.
There's a bunch of other topics I want to talk about (Steinbeck, voting, and digital cameras: compare and contrast!) but it's going to have to wait until I get some of this annoying work stuff out of the way.