It’s me back, I proclaim loudly, but to no avail. No one hears me from so far away.
And it is the back that’s gone, not me. I may be absent for another week to give it a bit of rest and support, to give it a chance to get better so I can finish off all the things I’ve started …
In the end, it’s this: I’m out of action, unavailable, skedaddled to the land of the fluffy wool doona for another week, or until my back gets a spine.
I’ll see you on the other side.