Yesterday was a good day.  I only needed a vicodin to get to sleep.  The pain got bad from reading in bed.  Reading must be sort of like sitting in the airplane.  It is an attentive state but without movement.  Then again, I planted flowers - only for an hour - but that might have triggered some pain.  Right now my housekeeper is cleaning my house.  Gosh that feels weird.  I did some work - but writing in my journal isn't work.  I don't like being idle while she works.  I guess I should just get over it. I'm NOT going to do the bending over and upper body strain that cleaning house requires - other people don't feel guilty having their house cleaned.  PARTICULARly when I'm paying good money for it.  This is the source of unnecessary stress.  Stupid stress.  I should feel nothing but gratitude that she is happy to do it and that I can afford to have it done.  Gratitude not guilt.  Maybe I should write a check for a charity or something...no, this is my neurosis.  I give plenty to good causes.  I need to chill. I'm heading to the gym and then I'm planting the other flat of flowers - if it isn't storming by then.  Hmmm I should hurry.