Well...

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I was finally able to catch the Cats.  Desert says, 'Well, okay.  Just take care, make what of it you can, no worries'.  He knows I pushed well beyond my ability, so far.  His health can bug him, so he knows, personally, what overextending can do.  The Mrs. seems to like Doom, but hate him too.  I swear, cross-eyed cats and women... or is it the other way around?  Depends on how close you can get your finger to the bridge of their nose?  :p

I am feeling a little better.  Lower back is just killing me though.  It's like a muscle danced with a nerve and they both got hooked up on my hip, on both sides.  Would that be a ballroom event, or does it take more couples?  Youch but I shouldn't joke about that.  I'll be walking regular before you know it.  If I get to feeling better, I'll let you know before I go anywhere.

No, no work.  While I did get the Xter packed, I am not taking a damn thing out, even if I end up going nowhere.  Not until I can walk without looking like I need a cane, or even a walker.  I've got to say, prospects are not good.  Actually, I think it is about time to either make the call on the reservation or head out.  Not looking good at all.  Sometimes it just doesn't work out.