I wrenched my back out of whack. Exercised it out of whack, to be more precise. Doing planks on Thursday night something didn’t feel perfect. And doing planks on Friday it got my attention. Well, this weekend my back decided it liked the attention and so now here I am.
It’s fine. I can move. I can carry things. I just can’t bend over and straighten up cleanly at the moment. But I am developing this technique where I move my hips forward and press up beneath them. That seems to work. Still, last night I said, Would you mind filling the cats’ water bowl? because, really, why get down there if you don’t have to.
Tonight I’ll try a bit of a painkiller and maybe I’ll sleep the whole thing away!
But, hey, I can sit comfortably in most any position, which is great, since I devoted just about the entire weekend, it seemed, to class prep.
I am working on my last class now, which is great since the semester begins in eight days. But now I have a secret weapon. This class is a class my lovely bride teaches, and she is, of course, coming through in a big way. We stand on the shoulders of giants.
Anyway, I am working on populating the Canvas shell now. I understand the structure of the class. I know all but the most specialized of the material. I’ll gain proficiency in that in the days to come.
The other thing I did this weekend was hear from the cats. They wanted their regular Monday slot back, and who am I to argue the point, especially when I have no real reason to delay them. So we’ll move right into the site’s most popular feature, our weekly check in with the kitties.
There is no cat in the world that relaxes harder than Phoebe, and you can’t convince me otherwise.
And when she’s not relaxing, or giving you the opportunity to pet her, or demanding that you pet her, she has a wonderfully playful streak. It doesn’t really come across here, but she’s studying and playing with the light beams and or the dust motes in the afternoon sun.
Poseidon, god of the TPS reports, has been dutifully checking in on my work progress. Things are moving along at their best possible speed, Poe.
I’m sure he’s done this before. And probably I’ve seen it and don’t recall, but the other night he slipped under the ottoman. And it wasn’t just that he got there, but how quickly and easily he got in there.
So that’s a new hiding place to look for him, I guess.
If he had opposable thumbs we’d really be in trouble.
OK, now to take a tip from Phoebe and go relax.
