Well, well, well

Stand up from an hour and a half of sitting & writing (Really!  I really was writing!  No farmville whatsoever!), go downstairs, and POW!  A world of pain!

I seem to have {whatevered} my {whatever}.  I’m not quite sure where the pain is… it seems to be everywhere.  Back?  Maybe tailbone?  Where I sit?  Maybe I sprained it?

So now I am bent over as I hobble about preparing supper, a sprained, pathetic martyr to Pesach, to sleeplessness, to stress, to my family.


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