Sunday afternoon, we got home and decided to finish transplanting a forsythia bush in the back yard. I thought I’d be all macho, and start working on tanning my vitamin-D deficient torso, so I worked without a shirt.

Apparently, I learned nothing from sitting on the floor as a child peeling my fathers sun-baked bright red back. Because I’ve traded in my pale pasty white skin for a new, more bold (and a lot more painful) shade. I’m lobster boy.

My back is toasted, my shoulders are crispy, and I’ve been in quite a bit of pain for the last few days. It’s made sleeping a bit of a challenge.

At any rate, at least I got the shrub moved, and the weed n’ feed down on the lawn. The grass should be looking really nice in the next few weeks. It’s in a lot better shape now than it was this time last year, so it’s progress.

Update: I stretched this morning and felt what I can only describe as the feeling of skin tearing. I was right. I’m now seeping from several spots, and have blisters which are popping. The worst is the seepage, as the shirt I wore to work today now has a large crusty spot. Oddly enough, the spot that is seeping feels better now… perhaps because the tension is relieved? Yikes. This is going to get messy.

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