Enough about that, I’m off to San Antonio’s “Dancing Moon” for work.
I got up early Friday morning, not much happening, and after toying with the computer for a spell, I lay back down. Woke up again, like a new day, with the stiffest neck in the world. Not that painful, but not moving left and right, like it’s supposed to.
Tried swimming, tried walking, tried shopping, none of the usual efforts provided much relief. Where oh where are those massage therapists when I need one?
So I’m in a small rent car, all the way to San Antonio. And back again. Sort of like a commuting hell weekend. But the promise of San Antonio is always good.