I should be flying to North Carolina right now to see my daughter, Annie, her husband, Erik, and my two grandchildren, Olga and Gavin, but instead I’m at home with a totally &*#$#@ back. I had to cancel my flight at the last minute. The Doc prescribed Flexeril, Ibuprofen, and rest. Rats! Double rats!

At least it snowed today, so my sons, Jake and Rob, who were due to go with me, got to play in the snow as a consolation prize for their wrecked vacation. My wife had also smartly insured the tickets so we’ll get our money back. I’m pretty much confined to my rocker/glider in my study at home.

Like I did the last time I threw out my back, I have vowed to get in top shape so this never happens again. I hope I keep my promise this time.