Chiropractor yesterday, for the first time in too long. (I had to cancel an appointment, and you know how it is. I’d turn over in bed and think, “My neck is bothering me. Oh, yeah. I need to make an appointment.” Or I’d stand up from my desk and thing, “My back hurts. Oh, yeah. I need to make an appointment.” It took about two months to remember sometime when I could make an appointment and then actually make the call.)

He did one particular adjustment and asked, “Do you feel a spasm there?” Why, no, not at all. He seemed pleased.

Fast forward ten hours. Ah! Right. Now I see why you asked.

Better living through chemistry (ibuprofen, acetaminophen…). And, in the long run, chiropractic, too.