Has a book ever hurt you?

Reading is a dangerous hobby, my friend!

Watch your back.

Proof, you say? You want proof?

Here you go…

Last night, I was sitting on the couch reading a book about how to raise backyard quail (don’t ask).

And then it happened.

I yawned.

And my neck decided that was it, it had had enough.

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My book dropped out of my hands as braced myself, trying not to jostle my neck.

My husband jumped up to grab the heating pad for me—

(And then the whiskey… take care of the important things first!)

—before he retrieved my discarded book from the floor.

With a grimace, I waved him off. “That thing just tried to kill me! Put it back on the bookshelf.”

“You think a time-out will teach it the error of its ways?”

“It’s worth a try,” I said.

… or maybe I’ve hit that age where I don’t get ‘cool’ injuries anymore.

(You know, like learning how to kit surf or hand-feed a boa constrictor)

Now I yawn and my body’s like, “Whatttttt you doing? that’s a lot of movement. We don’t want to do that.”

… but I still think I’m going to blame the book.

What, you still want more proof?

My mother threw her back out a few months ago. How, you ask???

Lifting a box of books.

Be careful, my friend. Reading is a full-contact sport.

Hugs and happy (but careful!) reading 😘