Today was my second day back at work. I began by getting the mail and doing a little bit of office work. Then I had to run across town do to some errands. Came back for lunch, fell asleep at my computer keyboard sitting bolt upright, woke up in time to barrel out for another round of errands: doctor's appointment; pharmacies; pastoral call. By the time I got home it was pushing 5:00 and I was exhausted. I felt like I had a stitch in my side (yeah, I know, I have several stitches in nearby places, but you know what I mean). I ate a huge meal -- a bad habit, eating because you're tired -- and blew off the rest of the evening. Got a couple of major things gotta be done tomorrow. Gotta be done. But there's no use pushing myself tonight. I'm restricted from lifting/pushing/pulling more than 15 pounds for four and a half weeks. I'm going backpacking at about the end of that period. Looks like I'll have to have the crew divide up my share of crew gear, as if I had been injured or come down sick on the trail. Fifteen pounds is about what I carry of just my own stuff.