I played the classic "the show must go on" card at dance class last Friday when my back tweaked in an exercise early on. Short story: Should have quit right then. Shorter story: owie. I've been unable to dance this week, and stuck staring at a lot of ceilings getting fixed or trying to relax. Totally boring. Then, I developed a nasty ingrown toenail because of the way the nail was cut at a lovely pedicure I got on Saturday. The good news is that the show does go on, and I'm on the mend, not permanently damaged, etc. The back is still siezed up, but I have a lot more range each day. I got the toe fixed this morning. It's kind of gross to describe the actual (minor) surgery, so instead I'll provide visuals of the very cool time capsule podiatrist's office where I got it done. I asked the doctor if he had intentionally furnished the office with mid-century furniture to match the building or if it had just always been that way. He said, "Always like this. It just shows you how old I am."