Sculpin

“So, this is why they call it the core,” I keep muttering to myself. That hip injury I got in yoga last month? It just goes and goes and goes, and it’s having wacky secondary and tertiary effects. Tweak the hips and you tweak the femur, then the lower leg, then the foot, and then it’s time for The Ow. Meanwhile, going up rather than down from the hips, weird back effects are happening. So I’m not so hot with the walking, standing, sitting, or bending over at the moment. I can, however, sprawl with the best of them, as long as I do not try to do anything rash like turning over. It’s been like this all week. Long week.

This was really not the plan. As much as I enjoyed PT, I really do not want to start on another round of it right now. I hope this works itself out.

So “One Local Summer” is on hold for a while, on account of too much standing, and so is a lot of email and other internettery, on account of too much sitting. I’ll read, but probably not write much. (I’d wanted to write a post about how awesome it was to hang out with Ben last week. In a nutshell: Ben, it was great to hang out with you, I really like this person you’ve become, your philosophy of awesomeness is both inspiring and reasonable, and I think I’m going to try mounting those etched plates on springs.) Not to mention all the yoga and gardening and frisbee-throwing and bike-riding I had in mind for this summer. Pah! I’ll be making it to breakfast with friends this Sunday, though, I’m sure of it, even if I have to bundle myself into a laundry basket and be hauled into a taxi.

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