Excuses, Excuses

by twofiftyorless

Last night I was over-tired, had a 102 degree fever, couldn’t stop shaking enough to type and had quite the headache. I simply was not up to writing/typing/thinking.

I wish I had something in the queue, but alas, all that is available is the above anecdote, reminding me of echos in  nearly every PT clinic throughout the world:

“Hi Mr. Smith, how are you today? Did you do your exercises yesterday?”