This morning, I threw my back out getting E out of his crib. You knew it had to happen, especially as he hovers near the 20-pound mark. We really need to get a working scale, since his current car seat is only good till 22 pounds.
So at D's urging, I went to see the chiropractor. He helped a LOT. He explained it was a muscle spasm, not a herniated disc or anything. He massaged the place where it hurt and said, "WOW. You got a knot." He also said it didn't look like I'd had a kid (always gratifying).
Finished Philip Roth's Indignation. Well-written but depressing. And now for something completely different...Candace Bushnell's One Fifth Avenue.