Howdy,
[Afternoon drafting] Well, my tight and cranky and tenuous lower back has been a lot looser today than I would have expected last night. Than I did expect last night.
I was afraid of this morning, of today, but it’s going okay — for which I am very thankful.
I guess maybe I’ll start light rehabilitation steps tomorrow …
Today, Sarah’s parents have been so good to me, stopping by and taking Titus and Riah for most of the day as well as picking Jasper up from school. Helping me, hopefully, avoid accidentally throwing my back out lifting Riah or being jumped on by Ti Shalom.
(Titus Shalom = “Defender of the Peace” but Uncle Matt often calls it as he sees it and has fun designating Ti “Destroyer of the Peace.” It’s true that you never know when he might come flying out of nowhere to cannonball on you.)
I’m over there — Granddad’s and G.G.’s, as the kids say — now for the afternoon and feel up for taking the older two boys to their AWANA clubs. G.G. is even making us dinner: told you they are being good to us.
[Evening drafting] Dinner was fantastic. Spaghetti and meat sauce with fresh bread and butter. Delicious, and Thank You!
Earlier I wrote about rehabbing tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Is that quick and on it, or slow and lazy again?
Take that for what you will as written in the paragraph near the top.
Down here, I’m saying it’s both.
On the tail of yesterday’s post, I’ll kind of take the irony of the delay from today in tomorrow, like it’s always easier to slack.
Yet for today’s post, I’ll suggest and fight for the idea that it’s fast and aggressive and a new leaf. Repentance, with its 180 degree turn. Getting after it already tomorrow.
I had to give today to know where I am. To recover (start recovering). And to be thankful for how I’m doing.
But, speaking of yesterday, tomorrow should be slow, small steps. So I don’t hurt myself trying to make myself less likely to be hurt.
What a world we live in.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
But, first, speaking of steps, looking at my Fitbit shows me that today I more than doubled yesterday’s count of steps taken. Maybe tomorrow I can triple the day I was down on my back.
[Night drafting (night writer, would sound cooler)] Okay, I’ve got to get off this ice pack so I better wrap it up for the night.
It’s looking like I’ll survive the day, Tuesday, February 21, 2017, without blowing out my back.
I’ll take it.
A good day.
Rehab tomorrow.
—Billy
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