My back’s been hurting again and yesterday after working out at the gym I was looking forward to taking a handful of Advil and taking a nap. I did go out to breakfast at the Tin Shed and stuffed myself so it was the best idea I could think of. But I got a call from a friend who wanted help moving. I’ve known his family since way before he was born and I couldn’t say no. He’s even had some health issues lately, so that trumped any sensible thoughts of taking it easy on my back.

Today was much more of the sitting around I was planning on doing yesterday. I finished A Spot of Bother which was a good book that made me feel uneasy through most of it, though nothing truly horrible happened in the storyline. Some friends from the gym came by in the afternoon and got me out of the house, but at what cost? A bird pooped on the side of my head. I keep hearing that’s lucky, but I think the only lucky part is if I don’t end up with the bird ‘flu. Ah, well, it’s not as bad as if something larger and more mammalian pooped on my head. If I had to make a choice, I suppose cloaca poo is the way to go. But why would I have to make such a choice?