My back is not in a happy place. I'm hoping that copious amounts of Advil and regular ministrations by the lovely and gracious laurie_robey with the massager will keep my vertebrae in working order long enough to get us moved. Once we're moved, if it goes out, it goes out, and I'll have nobody to blame but myself. Just get me there, spine, that's all I ask!
I'll probably end up starting chiropractic sessions again, but it will have to be on my own dime since my insurance company would rather pay to repair a broken back at the emergency room, than for regular (and much cheaper) sessions getting tune-ups. Oy. At least the new Bowflex is on the way, that will help.
In the egoboo department, Comixpedia asked me to be a front-page blogger, so apparently my half-vast rambles appealed to them. ^.^ I have to decide if I'm up to the task or not, but it's kinda hard to think about during the move.
Erf. I may call in sick today. I'll have to think about it. I guess I shoulda brought the new office chair back to the apartment instead of taking it over to the house, so I could work from home comfortably. Owie.