Jesus. I threw out my fucking back this morning. First time in ages. It had been a perfectly great morning until that moment. I awoke to dense fog and lower temps than any recent times, which made me thrilled after the last 10 days of crappy hot weather. I managed to do the usual things that humans do when they start a new day, and then had a good workout (as I do every morning). All was well; I was filled with optimism and was singing jazz standards for no apparent reason. And then, one weird motion and sproing! Life became painful. It's not the end of the world, and I don't enjoy complaining. It will likely be better soon on its own. But to put it in poetic terms, for the time being, it hurts like fuck, and now my still relatively new day is looking rather grim. I have no idea why I'm using Ello to bitch about my back, but here I am, and there you go.