Next time, someone else cleans up that mess

Last night, I went to bed fairly early, for me. I had a lovely night's sleep and awoke before my alarm, ready to greet Paul, as he finished up his morning workout on the elliptical. I sat in my usual easy chair, checked my email on my iPad...the usual routine.

A few minutes later, I can smell the coffee Paul had started brewing, and I ventured into the kitchen to pour a cup. On the way, I'm distracted by an aging vase of flowers and decide it's time to throw them out, so I take them into the kitchen to discard them. I break the stems and stuff them into the trash can, as a few stray petals fall to the floor. I bend over to pick up those uncooperative flower bits, and SNAP...my back goes out. Of all the ^}>€~<{*# things to happen!

Next time the flowers die alone and desperate, while someone else cleans up that mess. 

Regarding my chemo recuperation, all continues well. I slept most of the day, but that was due to the muscle relaxant my oncologist said I could take for my back. Probably for the best.