This morning I knew I was not going to put off making a phone call for help. My friend Curt the chiropractor was needed. Since last Thursday there was some junk in my trunk that was familiar to times past. Same old, same old. Not a pain, not an ache, just a feeling of numbness across the lower back. The last appointment I had had for this very same malady was May of 2016. Nothing that I can think of that brings it on but I know I can’t stretch it out, walk it out or sleep it off. Hmm. A winter of shoveling snow, sewing quilts, cleaning house, washing windows and all is fine . . . until out of the blue it creeps in. I am sure it will take one or perhaps two of his magic touch treatments and I will be back to fine form.