I threw my lower back out this morning somehow. It didn't seem serious so I set out for a leisurely bike ride, and pulled over to write a sonnet near a fountain. When I got up again I had a flat tire on the bike and had to walk it a mile home. Over the course of the day my back didn't exactly worsen so much as it didn't get better. I think this is the thing that happened to me when I was pregnant, which I now realize was 26 years ago.

Frustrating. However, I'm pretty sure the club is closed tomorrow night so I have an extra day to recover, because you KNOW I'd go to fencing even if it wasn't completely better.