On a whim, two friends of mine (and I'm pretty sure now that they have it out for me) invited me along to go horseback riding. Originally I couldn't go because another friend, Molly (who can only be described as a conspirator now), and I were supposed to go take pictures at Peggy's Cove. She was hungover (again) and cancelled. So off to the horses I go.

Only this morning did I relize the atrocity done to my back took while riding that horse named Buster. I'm pretty sure during the ride that a boyscout tied a badge-worthy sheepshank knot in my spine, right in the little part that gets used with any movement of my back, shoulders, legs, or other miscellaneous body parts. As a result, any slight movement, cough, or thought, causes pain.
I'm pretty sure Rum has some good muscle relaxing qualities. At least I hope so.

All in all, I actually had a great time, and look forward to tying yet another knot in my spine on the next trip.

-d

As a side note, I later remarked to Scott, when he asked how I was feeling, that I was never going to have kids because of today, and then stumbled off.