Anyway. The therapy felt good mostly. Sometimes the therapist would hit an especially tender spot and I'd groan or wince. I have exercises to do. One of them every hour, and the other every two hours during my waking hours. He said don't wake up to do the exercises. Wasn't that nice of him? I go back in a week for another treatment. Tried to make an appointment earlier, but the calendar is full and couldn't squeeze in another session before that.

As for the rest of it, I'm fine. So, you guys, quit worrying. Any other misadventures, I won't write about. The next time you see an OOPS from me, it'll be from my daughter with an obit. And you can yell at her. She has my password to DD, "just in case." And a lot of other information I don't expect her to use for another 20 years. Well....ten maybe.

Taking a great class now. Men, Women and Kabbalah. Man + Woman = GOD. Pretty neat concept, isn't it.

Gotta get ready for bed. I tire easily now, so I think that means I need to be kind to myself.

Shalom