But I'm counting that as my exercise for the day and leaving my bike strictly alone. And since Robaxacet does nothing for the screaming lower back, I might even indulge in a precious half ativan to ensure at least less painful rest. (Slept badly last night: had the window fan on to bring in the precious coolness, put my terrycloth sheet under me because the cotton wasn't warm enough, heated three not two beanbags, and froze. Again, possibly shot fallout, possibly not.)
What I wanted was to order in some alcohol but the intermittent mild mhh not quite dizziness not quite malaise suggested this would be a bad idea. Alcohol delivery comes tomorrow when with luck I won't need it.