So you guys, it hasn't been the happiest few days here. I could write a really juicy blog post about the reasons why, but I would probably regret that blog post in pretty short order.
Here is the part I can tell you about without causing unhappiness to anybody else: for most of the day I have been limping around as the result of a mayonnaise injury. It is the stupidest thing. In the late morning I was helping Stella make tuna salad. The squeezy bottle of mayonnaise was almost empty, but I was confident that enough remained for tuna salad. I gave it a vigorous shake...and my back has not been the same since.
Who ever heard of a mayonnaise injury? I might need my own ICD-10 code. It hurts a lot to move laterally or twist. It hurts a medium amount to round or arch my back. It hurts a little to breathe deeply.
Mayonnaise! I can't even think of a good patron saint for the mayonnaise-injured. Sebastian, maybe, who knew a thing or two about the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. (St. Sebastian rolls his eyes at the comparison.)