It feels better. Better enough that I feel like doing something foolish, like going to the gym. However, I promised the D.O. that I’d hold off until I saw him again. You see, I’m a foolish, foolish person and I can’t be trusted to have any common sense. However, I am clever enough to ask the D.O. to make an adult decision for me and I am actually following his suggestion.

I keep getting emails telling me to come visit the gym even if I’m unable to work out, but I’ve been holed up either with cramps in my back or with my stack of Michael Connelly mysteries. Harry Bosch mysteries, for those in the know. I’ve read four of them in the past week, I think. I have four more in the mail to me from Amazon marketplace, but right now I’m out. So now I have no real excuse for my hermit-like ways. Well, besides that my mom will be back home tomorrow from her trip to Japan and I should probably be home for that.

One of the more sobering things about this blog is the realization that hardly anyone reads it. Or so the WordPress stats say. The funny thing is, 34 people got here from my sister’s blog but there’s no views on my newest post? Something is fishy. My highest rated post is one complaining about a dating spam I got. And look at the “Search engine terms” that are supposed to be coming to my page:

• gay gym stories (two days in a row)
• how much am i supposed to weigh?
• closing key bank account
• menace to society brigham young
• raising my right leg makes my lower back

It just makes me feel sorry for anyone looking for any of those things and finding all the blathering going on here. Sure I used all those terms in my posts, but without providing any worthwhile suggestions.

Oh, and I did sign up for a new dating site a couple of weeks ago: Nerve.com. The site is so broken that I can’t get past the sign-up page. Apparently I got a free premium account but no credit for it. Today I got a reminder that I had an account, and instead of a proper link, they sent me a directory listing of their local hard drive. Genius.