I know that I should post

but I’m just not in the mood.
See, back on December 1, as we were road-tripping home from the in-laws’, I stopped to put gas in the car. As I walked from the car to the cashier, my left foot slipped on a chunk of ice, resulting in me driving 300 miles in agony and barely being able to make it up the stairs when we got home. I didn’t work for about three days because I couldn’t sit up in my chair.
The doctor gave me prednisone, which worked really well the first day (six pills), and wore off completely by day 5 (one pill). So he had me come in for a lumbar X-ray and sent me to the sports medicine people for physical therapy, which I’ve been doing now for about three and a half weeks. Lumbar X-ray showed “degeneration” in whichever disc it is that lights up the sciatic nerve going to my left leg. (No, I’m not particularly knowledgeable about anatomy, even though mine tends to hurt a lot.)
Today for the first time I seem to be making some progress; I can stand up longer without the nerve lighting up my leg, and I’ve been able to sit up longer and longer every day. But I just don’t feel much like writing or reading other people’s blogs. (The fact that I’m on vacation and spending my time reading real paper books may have something to do with that.)
That’s the physically annoying issue. There’s a generally annoying issue as well, as I wind down the last two days until I’m no longer Master of my Lodge, and get that much closer to putting a man in that chair whom I’ve come to believe doesn’t really belong there. However, there’s not a whole lot we can do about that because there’s nobody else to put there. Sure, I could have recycled myself, dropped him out of the line, and moved the rest of the officers line up one notch. But I don’t have the energy to do it again. (It’s not a physically or mentally demanding job, it’s just a PITA somewhat akin to trying to herd cats.) And none of the currently-active past masters are interested in recycling, and the Senior Warden-elect isn’t ready. So we’re stuck. And I’m unenthusiastic. And I have to get dressed and go to his past master’s dinner tonight, and tux up tomorrow night for installation. Neither of which I really feel like going to.
*SIGH*
Maybe I’ll feel better about it next week. Maybe we’ll start the bombing and that will make me happy. “Who will rid me of this turbulent dictator?”