I am pleased to report that I can now stand upright, and look slightly more evolved than I did sporting that Missing Link look over the past few days. I have a sudden and profound sympathy for anyone playing the roles of Igor or the Hunchback of Notre Dame. It’s not as easy as it looks. And a pain in the back is a real pain in the butt.
So now I just have muscles bitchin’ about the Bitchin’ Backache, a renewed resolve to get stronger at the gym so this doesn’t happen again, and an unimpaired love of libraries and their books (not to mention librarians! Go, Cas!). And a slight cough as a reminder of the Fiendishly Fierce Flu, gone, but not forgotten.
Recently, I admitted to my niece that I am guilty of Sloth. Actually, I indulge it, as can be seen by the paltry 6 posts I managed in February, which is the shortest month of the year. I’d say I’ll try and do better, but I’m not fooling anyone, least of all myself. Anyway, my niece pointed out that Sloth is considered the least sinful of the Deadly Sins. In fact, it’s Sin Lite. So I’m even lazy about sinning. Still, deadly, right? That’s got to count for something.