Backcracker first.

I could say something bad about the chiropractor, and I probably will, but it wouldn’t be too nice. I mean, I don’t believe everything that the chiropractor or the acupuncturist tell me, but I still go to them because they’re good at doing what they do. Do I believe my spine is the center of all that is holy? Of course not. But my back sure feels a lot better. If his fancy gizmo says I’m in balance and my back feels better, that’s fine with me.

Tomorrow I go to the massage therapist I used to see when I was training for the marathon. I know he’s good but I haven’t seen him in years. I wonder what sorts of odd tricks he has now. The last time I saw him he’d found an air conditioner by the side of the road and fixed it for his apartment. He was a crack up.