My back and I just can’t seem to agree these days.
That’s understandable. I was screaming too, both inside and out, by the time I left that set.
But then today it was equally upset with me for sitting too long on my ride to Boston — over five hours this time in one spot. By the time I got to the station, standing up was an event and an effort.
Is my back trying to tell me something? Like stop overdoing? Live life at an even keel instead of at extremes?
Well, that’s not gonna happen.