This lovely fellow I saw in the garden in Florida has F.H.P.- that stands for Forward Head Posture. It looks like it works well for him. It’s not working so well for me. I’d like to say that it’s because I’m just so gosh darn eager to see what’s coming next in life but actually it’s familial and seriously compounded by using my lap top on my lap (Hey! I’m just following directions. It’s a lap top), knitting a couple hours a day and yes, well, schlumping. I schlump too much. Bonnie, I see you rolling your eyes out there Seattle-way. So Marci worked her magic on my shoulder this morning and it helped. Some.
Here’s the silver lining: I’m gonna get me a new chair. I spend many hours in this cat-shredded fading upholstered mess, listening to people all day, and schlumping away on my computer at night. Do you think anyone makes one with a little portable desk arm type thing like those old fashioned school desks? That’s just an idea I had but it sounds smart- a fold away surface you can put your computer on when you’re working on it. And I’m signing up for yoga. I called already and they’re sending the schedule. And I’m going to continue with the laying on of Marci hands. I don’t care how much you’re into your sweetie- they just don’t do that back rub thing like a trained professional when it comes to working out a real kink. Oh! And T.D. can carry my bag and backpack through the airports today. See? Everything has it’s rewards. Yeowwww! This is me whining.