My back is better, thanks to ice, heat, some sort of white pill Becca gave me, and managing to avoid further injury from my four-year old orangutan (name: Magdelana) who leaps on me (frequently unseen) every chance she gets. Thanks for all the cards and well wishes.
(There were none, but I'd like to think some of you thought about sending something, like chocolates, or cash).
(Off 2011's optimistic The Future Will Destroy You. Obviously, they use a Mayan calendar.)