Repair Week

Ted, my physical therapist said tonight, "It looks like all of your neck and shoulder muscles went on strike at the same time," after he'd spent the better part of an hour disentangling them from one another. I woke up at 3:30 AM a couple of nights ago with throbbing, shooting pain down my arm, the result of stress, overwork and unusual sleeping positions. Now, I'm getting my act together. Brian, my mechanic, got the starter on my car replaced in record time, after the old one finally gave up the ghost a couple of days after I'd had all the fluids in the car replaced. The old fluids came out mixed with something nasty that looked like tar, and possibly was. Taxes are up next. This promises to be equally fun.