Maybe it's the pain medication or not enough sleep, but two blog posts in a row that steal movie titles in a cheap and sleazy way just to get your attention must be approaching a milestone of some kind.
A few days ago I took Ozzy out for some training; as I opened the hatch he decided not to wait for my release and spontaneously launched himself out of the back of the Tervmobile. Since loose dogs in busy parking lots is my personal eighth circle of hell, I was expecting this. Fortunately my left shoulder was the main player in this instance of Catch That Flying Terv.
Unfortunately my left shoulder was the main player in this instance of Catch That Flying Terv. Too much pain to be able to carry on today, and can't move the arm attached to said shoulder: pain meds, hot bath, TENS unit, more pain meds. Ugh. Groan. Whimper. Moan. Beats the hell out of the eighth circle of hell, though. And Ozzy's ok. Everything else is secondary.