El Burro Volador

One of the helpful side effects of spending a fairly long period of time in freezing temperatures working with snow is that it serves as a kind of diagnostic for one’s body, especially as one ages.  On Monday when I was slinging snow off of cars for a couple of hours while the temperature plunged down through the teens, I found out that my left knee was the latest part of my body to give up the fight.  It stiffened really badly – I was practically hobbling by the time I came in.

My esteemed employers thought a little heavy lifting might be just the thing to limber me up again, with the end result that my lower back has joined my knee on the disabled list.

I may also have crippled my left hand playing too much pretend guitar in the evenings.  Y’see, Guitar Hero places high demands upon your left hand, so it gets sore.  It especially gets sore when your wife who hates Guitar Hero keeps accidentally slamming drawers and cupboards and car doors on it.

For the last couple of days I have been shuffling around like a geriatric version of myself.  Enthusiasm is low.  Energy is low.  Urge to lay down and die is strong.  Stubbornness is stronger, at least for the present.

Be back tomorrow to discuss one of my absolute favorite things…