Being A Pain in the Back
I wish I had something witty to say, but I'm too busy being dopily sorry for myself ... I guess I sprained a muscle in my back when I stretched to prove I could reach the top of the door jamb. Show off.
So, my regimen of muscle relaxants and diet Coke seems to be working ... along with the stinky medicated patch strategically placed on the owie.
I told you there was nothing witty to be read here. Move along, move along. (I hope you'll come back later when things might have improved.)
still: Allene Ray in The Fortieth Door, Pathe Studios, 1924
Fragrance of the day: Eau de Icy-Hot Patch with notes of camphor, menthol and salicylic acid. Yum. And the sillage is significant.