I visited my friendly neighborhood musculoskeletal specialist yesterday evening (happy birthday me!) to find out why I’ve been all achy-breaky of lately.
Apparently I have an extra sort of half-disc, where the below-the disc part tried to grow another one while I was cooking.1 Not at all related to the discomfort (which is just the regular old untreated strain from years ago which slowly compounds) but as the doctor said, “you’re more interesting than you thought”.
And I already thought I was fairly interesting…
In other news, we’ve been window-shopping at some slightly more rural-y houses the last few days. It’s always been the 3-5 year plan to move on to somewhere with at least an acre or so (look at me with my anachronistic measurements of area), but a few little cul-de-sac related goings on have got us considering bringing the plan forward a tad. Just tyre-kicking at this stage, but with an open mind toward stepping it up. My garage-studio conversion has never really hit its stride, and a couple of the places we’re considering have nice out-buildings, so that could be a plus 
1. I’m using “cooking” here as a euphemism for growing in the womb. My spine didn’t just decide to whip up some extra parts while I was making tortillas or something…