At Karen's urging, I'm posting my email to her as a blog entry. Since I haven't been here in a very, very long time, who knows if anyone will read this.

So this was my morning.

Cat meowing on my bed like a snooze alarm. Every 9 minutes or so. She'd leave and come back.

Finally, I couldn't take it. Maybe she needs food? I get up. On my way to the kitchen, I look out the window and see a dead chipmunk in the pool (found another one in the skimmer box. Crap. But, itsgarbage day at least. I can get them out if I move fast. I run around the house looking for some grocery bags. Can't find any so I grab a ziploc. I hear the garbage truck. I seal up the bag and look outside. The garbage bin has been buried under remodeling rubbish. Dan has already taken just the garbage bag out to the curb. So, I grab a contractor bag with remodeling garbage. I test it. Not too heavy. I shove the critter bag in there. Then, I pick it up carefully because the garbage had broken through the bag in one place. I start to walk quickly down the driveway--the truck is almost here. About 3/4 the way down, I felt something in my middle back pop. Ouch. Now it is a persistent ache. But, if I move certain ways (washing my hands for instance), it is a sharp pain. I've already taken my usual pain meds. No help here. I'll go to physical therapy today.

Oh, and the cat did have food and water. I don't know what her deal was.