The back has gotten worse. Bent on svelte, I pushed myself too much at hoops. Spent all of yesterday on my back watching the second season of The Wire and reading. This shit is painful. Been on a steady diet of arnica, tiger balm, cold packs, hot water bottle, and hot tub. Today, at least I can move around a little, which is good because I am going to see William Parker play this evening. I will be the wincing one with the geezer gait. It has been a blessing in disguise - how's that for spin? - slowing F&F stuff, but allowing me an opportunity to sit in the hot tub to read and write. How about this beautiful line from Frank Sherlock's _Wounds in an Imaginary Nature Show_, "The cruel the vulnerable seeds witness"? A perfect line for today's false Spring.

Listening to the Velvet Underground's Loaded, double disk with the demos, etc. Terrific.

Typing this whilst walking around my kitchen, the hot tub beckons.