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Holy Mother of Inconvenient Pain.

My back seems to have lost its footing. I did nothing wrong. I got up from the Machine, put on the shoes, walked 6 blocks to the camera shop to buy a cold shoe, paid for cold shoe (I can't blame it, it's not something big, weight inconsequential, like a pen), walked back up hill and then poof, my back stopped working. I cannot sit I cannot lie I cannot stand in one place.

There is currently an ice pack stuffed into my waistband and I am waiting for the Advil to become Wonderous. I still have 9 hours of work today, I cannot not sit in a chair today.

Fiddlesticks.

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This week it is my birthday.

I continue to turn Old. But old is ok. Not to get all Forrest Gump but life is like wine, it really does taste better with age. Or maybe the senses just get less dulled by chaotic drama and external stimuli, you slow down the speed of drinking, pair it with some fine food and you start to appreciate it more.

Things look Nothing what like I thought they would look at this age. Which I find intriguing. We have no idea what's coming around the corner. None. Try as we might the future is utterly unpredictable. And people think they need to jump off a cliff to experience risk and adventure. Huh. Try just letting go of your death grip on tomorrow and see if you don't get a buzz.

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Ok. I've been typing this bent over the table, that's the only thing that feels ok. But I have to get to work. Going now to try sitting. Advil, I love you desperately, please return the sentiment, thank you.


Peace, merriment and good back health to you all.
T