No doubt about it, I definitely cracked a rib. So many chores and tasks I do every day without a second thought were painfully pointed out yesterday that involve pulling, pushing, lifting, bending, etc., and it's not like I can call in sick. It is still pollen season and sneezing is the last thing I want to do. I know from prior experience that I'm in for the long haul on this one. It seems to take forever for these things to heal. One other cracked rib, and then there was the time I slipped off the tailgate of the truck, landed square on my butt, and heard my coccyx (tailbone) snap. There are so many opportunities for potential injury here that, all in all, I'm still pretty lucky.
I'll admit I gave Sheila the stink eye in the morning, and I took a pass on cleaning the stalls. Not much got done yesterday, period. Sitting quite still was in order, and I'm good at that. What with the heat, the cats simply disappeared to some cooler haven. Lap or no lap, Celeste was not to be seen, and Bessie Anne found her summertime hidey-hole on the stone hearth behind the wood stove. The only productive things accomplished were filling the hummers' feeders, watering the deck plants, and filling Bess's new wading pool. By this afternoon, the water will be warm enough for her to go splashing and cool off.
No doubt today will be a rerun, and that will be the only thing running around here.