So, yesterday was. . .not a lot of fun. In particular my back hurt, and otherwise I felt as if I had been Hulk-smashed to the decking and left there. Lots of Command Chair time with the cats. Let me say here that Sprite takes her Duty to the Command Chair very seriously, indeed. She was Entirely Asleep in the jetpak in my office, but when she heard me hit the chair, she staggered into the living room, her eyes still half-closed, and looking more asleep than awake, jumped into my lap, got curled around on my stomach, stretched out one paw to lay over my hand, and started to purr.
Anyhow, I’m figuring that the back situation is being exacerbated by the necessity to Maintain A Position on a metal table for 15-25 minutes M-F, and the plan is to be pro-active next week, by taking an Aleve before I get in the car and drive. The muscle relaxants are too much; I can’t drive if I take them, so here’s hoping Aleve does the job.
Today, I am Much Improved, have started a load of laundry and will in the fullness of time, make some rice for weekday breakfast, and dry-mop the floors, for a bit of gentle aerobic exercise. I may also take a tour of the backyard, which has greened up nicely — speaking of exercise.
And — that’s sort of that. Only 18 more ray gun sessions left. Not that I’m counting. . .