I decided the best thing I could do last week was pull my back and neck. Yes, that is sarcasm. I thought for sure it would be better by now, but that must have been positive thinking on my part. To me the glass is always half-full, until someone knocks the glass over.
I have found that writing with any depth while recovering from back pain is not possible. So I lay here on the couch on an ice pack wishing I were somewhere else . Especially if there is a palm tree involved. Or sand. Or seagulls. And a drink from a pineapple shell.
So while I recover enough to put two intelligent sentences together, I’ll imagine I’m at a beach somewhere soaking in the sun. Or anywhere else for that matter.