Better furniture, but my body still aches.

I'm at home, mending my aching back and hamstring, going just a little stir crazy. My back has gotten much better, my hamstring hasn't. Every morning it feels fine. Then I do something that aggravates it. I few times, I tripped on something, and ouch! I stub my right foot and my left hamstring spikes with pain. That, BTW, is exactly the way I hurt it to begin with. Today I assembled a chair. I shouldn't have done it, but my back and thigh probably can't heal without a new chair.

I can't think why. And remind me how did my back get hurt to begin with?

I ordered it from an Amazon merchant, OneBigOutlet, and it arrived fast, two days before the promised date-range began. The box looked like it had been dragged all the way from the outlet  in California.

Sashi the bomb sniffing cat gives the all-clear, but adds, "Do not disturb me."

But it didn't explode and to my relief, there was nothing missing.

So, these last two weeks, I replaced my chair and microwave. I'm in no condition take anything out, and junk pickup isn't for another three weeks. So this place has become a little cluttered. I'd give my chair to Sash as a scratching post, which is what she did with it anyway, but there's not enough room.

I had a breakthrough today on my novel. Solved a problem that was blocking the plot. That was encouraging.

My sister reports my Dad is home and she's handling it for now. He thinks he's going to court for some reason. When Anne told me over the phone, he shushed her about it. Who knows what courtroom drama is going on in his head? If only it were a complete story and the whole process weren't so sad.