I felt great yesterday, so I cleaned the house. Now my back hurts again. Sigh.

It was probably the vacuum cleaner — not just hauling it downstairs and up again, but also the half-stooped posture required to operate it. Or it could have been the sheet music that arrived from England yesterday by UPS; the delivery person carefully ignored the table beside the front door to place two 5-Kg boxes on the doormat so I would have to achieve maximum bend-and-lift not once, but twice. So now I have that old, familiar toothache in the right-side lumbar region, evidence of an insulted piriformis muscle in spasm.

Buggery.

Off to the Y pool this morning for a session of waterborne physical jerks that should loosen things up a bit. I have another date with Physio Guy on Monday; he will tut, and possibly tsk.