Ten minutes before lunch. My hip or something else hurts right now. This isn’t really ten minutes of writing. I’m having lunch in seven minutes. There’s so much on my mind. My brother Sal, men I’ve heard preaching in public, and my 100th post have been on my mind. My hundredth post was yesterday. Personally I think fewer posts, fewer friends on Facebook, and less chat messages a day is better. Two minutes to go. I got what I think of as a rubber bladder on my hip right now. I don’t know how long it’s hurt. I know my upper back hurt first but I don’t know when it started hurting. Time’s up.
Update: I think the pain was back pain. It was shooting down my leg.