I've been pretty much flat on my back since Friday. It all started Thursday morning when I woke up. I started packing up my things to head home when I felt that unmistakeable tweak in my lower back. Ever so slight. Ever so deadly. It starts out slow, like a snake bite. You know you're in trouble. You know it's going to get worse, but you hope it doesn't - but it will - and it did.

By the time I landed, I could barely move out of my seat. I must have looked silly walking through the airport on my way to the parking lot. I could barely move.

I went to the chiropractor twice this weekend. It helped, a little. I FORCED myself to walk with Lainey yesterday, and then go out and look at the latest crop of migrating birds. I think that helped, too.

I just wanted to get out to take a few photos. Warm up my view camera before my large format class starts next weekend - but no, I had to spend most of my weekend on my back. Not fun when you're in pain.

The good thing, I suppose, is I can at least walk down the stairs this morning without holding on to the railing. I had hoped to go out and ride my bike today. Not going to happen. My back is still twisted - and - it's raining. Figures. The unofficial end of summer, and I'm stuck inside with my camera and my dog.

Oh -- and "Crikey means gee whiz, wow!" -Steve Irwin

Listening to: Stormbringer - Deep Purple

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