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There are days when so many myriad thoughts swim through my mind that I want to hasten to the computer and begin a blog entry for future use. Alas, I rarely yield to that temptation, which is a pity on mornings like this when my mind is blank and I have nothing of substance to say. It's been that kind of week.

I didn't end up going to The Mountain because of a pulled muscle in my back. I shouldn't be surprised--there's been plenty of tension and little opportunity of late for relief. For two days I essentially sat in the recliner with pillows under my knees for added comfort, and got caught up on some tivo. Watched a movie called The Painted Veil. I had never heard of it, but it had three stars and featured Naomi Watts and Edward Norton. It moved slowly, but in the end was worth the time. It's based on a Somerset Maughn book, and having read something of Maughn's way back in high school it felt like a worthy risk. The third Pirates of the Carribbean, on the other hand, was so strange 40 minutes in that I abandoned ship and deleted it.

I would like to have read, but the light at the recliner is out of commission, and it seemed wise to stay comfortable. As my back improves over these subsequent days I might be ready to switch to a chair more suitable for reading.

And that's life this week. Tentative. I can deal with that.