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Any day now I’ll hang up my hammock and relax. Oh I guess I relaxed a little in Salt Lake City in my sensory deprivation hotel room but you know how that is: if you’re too far removed from the Triathlon of your actual daily grind you don’t seem to get the benefit of sleeping away. You wake up in those hotels and motels as if in somebody else’s life.Anyway now I’m back in my OWN Triathlon. Yesterday, jet lagged from a 1am arrival in the east I slept not at all, missed my alarm, threw on my clothes and dashed into the city for my annual physical where I learned that my spine is now torquing so much I’m turning into a sort of Mobius strip; any day now my foot is going to rise up, flip over my beltline and settle onto my shoulder like a pirate’s parrot. Aaargh matey!The only thing to do is build up core strength, says my doc, so it’s back to Pilates for me, doing leg lifts, balancing on the delicate driftwood of my sacrum while holding my torso high in the air. I sure couldn’t start that yesterday what with work a doctor's appointment and then a wake; also  some some visit-the-sick action, then the dropping off my messed up car at the mechanic’s,then the walking home in the dark to do the ironing because the ironing you shall always have with you as Jesus said and now flying out to Philly here at 6am.But I do THINK of relaxation and feel so excited! Also happy!  Even knowing I might have to wait for the tree to sprout, then grow arms to tie a hammock to. I'll take that hammock with my one arm and use my teeth to stretch it to that other tree if I have to and THEN I’ll be set all right and rest the old bones in the rigging of my little swinging ship. Aargh!