The plan had been to get to the gym this evening. It's been a while since I've been there - not since the day before we set off for Rome in early June. The plan, alas, came to naught as plans so often do in my case. I was aware of feeling a mild strain in my back early yesterday but confidently thought this would fade after a night's sleep. It didn't. It got a lot worse and coloured my day a deep indigo.
So I've spent the evening getting bits of work done and fretting over the state of my aging body. Not sensible, I know (except for the work, I suppose) but there's some small virtue in feeling miserable over not exerting oneself, I'm sure. I just can't figure out what it is, but I'll get back to you when I do.
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