And We're Relieved. Not the Same Horrible Sleep from Saturday Night. Phew. Glad That Was Short Lived.

I have no idea what set me off at 4 a.m. in the morning, but I had shooting pain from my lower back, so much that it startled me away and I jumped out of bed. It didn't let up for over an hour and it was so painful that I was also drenched. In the back of my fly head I was thinking, "Oh, shit. I might need to go into a hospital." Immediately following I thought, "Oh, shit. Who the #$@#$ would take over all the work that I do if I wasn't there to do it?" 

So, from 4 a.m. to 5 a.m. I stretched, I rolled on the floor, I sat in chairs, and I found ways to massage the pain. After an hour, whatever it was went away. I was thinking, "did my appendix just explode?" but it was in the back and not the front. 

I've self-diagnosed with a pinched nerve of some sort. Too much of my life is spent sitting and writing, and I really need to start a gym habit again to keep myself limber. Aging is not fun, and I have memories of many before me with how awful back pain was for them. Not enjoyable...not in the least.

Today, however, this morning, I begin the 3rd week of Connecticut Writing Project summer programs. I enjoyed the Saturday and Sunday down time, although those were days to catch up on the other work. Here's to another week and prayers for calm, joy, creativity, and laughter. I can gripe about how much labor it takes to pull of each year, but it really is remarkable...work that fuels me for the stuff I don't enjoy so much during the academic year.

And with that...time to hit I-95