Yeah, I’m sore after this morning. Working on a car from underneath, twisted at an awkward angle with a cold wind blowing in my face on the side of a busy Interstate Highway in the dark with a flashlight and passing automobiles’ headlights as the only illumination is a pain in the backside. I feel like I’ve been worked over a little by Negan and Lucille.
I’ve had a couple of servings of ibuprofen since getting home. I suppose I need to drink a couple of more bottles of water as well. Otherwise, just been taking it easy and working on my story and its background.
I think I may heat up the rice bag and put it on my neck in a little bit. Getting older sucks.