this morning #1944.

this morning, on day eight of my latest round of self-imposed isolation, i woke up to a tight pain in my lower back. that’s a novel twist. lately, that’s been the kind of ache reserved for the deepest depths of my heart or my brain. not quite an ideal way to start the day. conclusively not conducive to things changing & me leaving the house. i grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. wedged it into the waistband of my shorts. leaned up against the kitchen counter & checked the news. oh cool. another mass shooting. more war. rampant public distrust of one another. just like that, the pain swiftly shifted away from my back & back to its usual spots. apparently i didn’t need that ice pack to fix my back after all.