This Explains Why Sloths Like to Curl Up in a Ball

I did something to my back while enjoying my day weekend of sloth. I have no earthly idea what, exactly, but, I am currently on Day 2 of a little program I like to call Writhing in Pain.

I don't recommend it.

On the bright side, I noticed a number of shoots coming up in my flowerbeds yesterday (courtesy of being doubled over in pain during a back spasm that took me completely by surprise as I was attempting to pick up a random wrapper that had blown into our yard from the junkyard house across the street), which means that I might get to enjoy tulips at some point in the near future; awesome doesn't begin to describe how I feel about that.

And, according to the weatherman, we will see sixty-eight degrees before the end of the week. Sixty-eight degrees outside, just to be clear.

With any luck, I will be able to stand up straight to enjoy it.

Eh, who am I kidding? After the winter we've had, I'd enjoy that shit in any position.