The Devil Makes Work

Oh my idle hands, were that the devil would come to give them a task, some light work that is bound to be evil.  But I hope the work the devil brings me is devious and underhanded and not angry.  It is so simple to be angry, there is nothing complex about it, just a base animal aggression towards some dim-witted idea.  Or maybe the devil not longer watches and these idle hands are simply waiting for aspiration, at which point they will whirr like a whirlybird.

A twitch and a stretch and a sharp pain in the middle of my back.  I tried to carry on but found I could not, I needed to bend and lie and wait for the pain to go.  It went, but when I tried to get on with my day, and twice when I was relaxing, like the bad penny it kept turning up, it was back.  That pain in the back. 

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