Back is hurting back is hurting back is...

Ok, that's my mantra, because it's true. I don't know if it was too much bending, too much stretching, or too much lifting (my kitchen is now spotless, though) but I'm in agony. Sitting all day don't help it, either, kiddies.



There's an emtpy office where I can do "downward dog" to pop these vertebrae into place, but I don't know if I'll bonk my head on the chairs.



So much for this "snow", too. It's wet, soppy, gloppy flakes. I think the powdery heaven I love so much is good and gone. Spring's coming. Sigh....I get to pack up my sweaters and coat and watch as they sit like neglected children in my closet. V. depressing, when I think of it.



Thanks to Shen Min lotion, my scalp is sprouting fuzzy little hairs. This stuff is good. I also bought a big ass bottle of kelp supplements to kick-start my thyroid. What I was using just wasn't working. I counted 5 hairs on my brush this morning as I ran it through my hair, as opposed to the usual clump. NOW that's improvement! Maybe I won't look like Mr. Clean after all...



Well, it's my last week as a 31 yr old. Seemed like an odd number to me, although the odd years were surprisingly entertaining. I'm ready to move forward. 32 just seems more balanced, more "ready" somehow. I'm not worried, though--Patrick said the nicest thing to me as we flew around, "You look younger every time I see you, how do you do that?!" (Believe me, it sounds much nicer with a Haitian patois.) When you do what you love, that joy comes through. Well, that and some really good moisturizer, lol.



Two weeks to spring!