On the Ball

 

Friday the 13th didn't play nice. I knew it wouldn't. It never does. It seems I did something to my back when I was painting on Thursday and I woke up feeling like someone had wrapped an iron girdle around my waist and then poured hot lava down my spinal column. I'm an old hand at back issues so as soon as I could move I got out my big ball and did some stretching. 

At least I had the good sense of upgrading the pump recently. I bought The Mister an air mattress for those nights when we have to sleep downstairs because of the trees. That electric pump is a game changer. The last thing you want to do when your back is hurting is stamp on a floor pump for an eternity.