Ducks, Nibbled By

Piddly stuff happens, and even though it's shrug-it-off-and-go-on-about-your-business, you can see how enough of it in a short period of time could be debilitating. Fortunately, I've only had a couple of nibbles so far this week ...

Thursday, I chipped a tooth. Dunno how, didn't crunch down on anything that I noticed, but of a moment, there was a piece gone from the back of a canine.

Saturday, I strained a low back muscle. You know how that goes. It's a little tight, you don't worry about it, then while you are reaching for a water glass, somebody stabs you in the back with an ice pick and your knees buckle. Oh, ow! where did that come from?

Got the tooth spackled over, no problem, and the back is better after hot showers and tubs and rest. The dregs of the cold hang on, snurfling and throat-clearing, but that hardly counts during flu season.

Nibble, nibble ...