I cancelled my trip to Boston, slept in my own bed, albeit with the equivalent of 15 otter pops on my back (blue ones), woke up stiff and sore and felt great.
The sun was shining after the fog lifted, TH, B and I went to the Market, did the normal TJ's run, hung out and scritched the dog and other things that I would be missing if I spent the day wandering around Boston.
I even managed to prune many things and leave the prunings for my garden assistant tomorrow.
TH recreated a pizza we had from Serious Pie. Chanterelles and crimini mushrooms on a cornmeal crust with truffle cheese and quattro frommagio.
I even managed to pick raspberries, kiwis and the last of the apples.
Ernest managed to get in a bath and turnip chase.
My back feels way better.
Life is good.