Tuesday I went into a cleaning mode, taking out discarded clutter and forgotten things that had, let us say, passed their expiration date. And I went to bed making plans of what I was going to do on Wednesday. Making plans, wise but there is always a caveat: things aren’t certain. I awoke with an over-strained neck. I added the “over” to strained not to be redundant, but to distinguish between neck strain that causes one to walk with a crooked stance and some pain vs. the kind that results in neck muscles in such tight spasm that they cause dizziness and misery. That was a long sentence. It matches this paragraph. And it was a long day, sitting with my head propped against the sofa back, arms in a totally relaxed position and making all sorts of promises to powers that be that I would be more careful and virtuous and all sorts of good things if I could just feel better.

It took a day and a half and already I am struggling with reneging on my promises. I’m incorrigible, absolutely incorrigible.

So why didn’t I at least write. Wellllll…. at the end of Tuesday I felt my neck stiffening as I held my head in an awkward position to use my laptop. I knew it and I chose to ignore it. So no computering, Just keeping my neck muscles straight and relaxed and, as Der Bingle suggested, heat.

I hope to be back tomorrow.