Wedsnesday 2.3.10

Ouch my head. On the row in, my lower back was saying No no no. Usually this work limbers me up, relaxes me, irons out the kinks. Today, it felt damaging. I spent some time transcribing my notes from Blind Poet into my computer, but felt worse and worse and finally cancelled my only meeting and lay my head on my desk. I started getting cold and so went to take a hot shower, hoping to heal myself. Not able. I needed sleep. I got a ride home, went straight to bed and slept late the next morning. I should have stayed in bed. Alas.