I’ve spent the day flat on my back, staring at the family room ceiling and wondering exactly how much back pain is reasonable. Mia moved on and off my lap occasionally but mostly I was on my own, vainly looking for a comfortable position.

Narrator: There was no comfortable position. Just bad, really bad, and sob quietly until it subsides bad.

Let me tell you, folks. You don’t know humility until you have to pee and log roll halfway off a couch only to find the dog’s blocked you in. The struggle is real.