Well, my back is out — again! Bent down yesterday to pick something up off the floor, and BAM! Just like that! I had just spent the last month recovering from pulled muscles in my back. Maybe I took up golf too soon. Oh well. At least I’m not dead.

We’ve got a good chiropractor in Gold Beach — Bob Manners — who‘ll do some therapy on it tomorrow and Friday. Got to get it travel-ready as I’m due to fly to Camp Lejeune in North Carolina March 21 to see Annie and my grandkids. Erik, unfortunately, will be in the field.

The issue is in great shape. My heroic staff, most of whom I’ve pictured in the blog this past week, will get the rest of the issue camera-ready. I’ll sit back in my rocker-glider and write my Note from the Publisher.