It's that time of the year: art show season starts this Sunday. I had some chores to take care of to get ready for this event, and they took more time than anticipated.
Then yesterday I woke up with the worst case of back spasms ever, probably from lifting tables into the car after a summer of doing . . . . nothing. Too many muscles not used to lifting, and they decided to let me know about it.
Even holding a book at this point is painful, and the books I'm in the process of reading are all physical editions, not digital.
So give me a few days, and with any luck, I'll be back making trouble -- and bingos -- next week.