My back is out and refuses to get back in. I've been out from work since yesterday and this will continue until tomorrow at the least. I am at that stage where I cannot stand, sit, lie, walk, or move for more than 5 minutes at a time which makes trying to sleep a slow motion Chinese Acrobat routine where all the performers are on fresh hewed mountain opium.
Makes you right grumpy.
Today's accomplishment was that I made a pot of Steel Cut Oats. Sounds sinister and manly. Takes thirty minutes to prepare so I don't suggest you try this as you're rushing out the door five minutes late for work/school/doctor's appointment. It tastes okay and I imagine it's somehow good for you.
I'm wriggling around in my chair which is the sixty second warning bell meaning I have to get up, walk around for five minutes and plop back down. Excuse me.
Returned. I stood up and read part of the 2nd edition Common Errors in English Usage. I'm shocked that it does not mention the biggest error of them all: Used to stop Hitler in Europe while we Americans got our act together. P'raps that's covered in the 1st edition. It did mention alot and a lot. Useful thing to know if I'm ever confronted by alot of Nazis.
To say the least, back pain is a brand of misery reserved for the 5th plane of Hell. I wish I knew what sin I committed so that I can repent. And repent I would. And how!
I am thinking level 5 of Hell is most likely grammar related.