All day long I’ve had a crick in my neck. This is not to be confused with a creek, which I have a photo of appearing in this post. I don’t know how such sharp pains came to be called cricks although I can see how someone somewhere used a little accent to pronounce “creek” as “crick.” I say “ya’ll” sometimes but I’ve never intentionally called a creek a crick.
It’s rather difficult driving 120 miles round trip as I did today with a crick in my neck. But to look on the bright side, it would have been a much more difficult trip had a creek actually been inside my neck. Which isn’t as strange as it may seem. It rained all the way on the drive up to my brother’s home in Newton and all the way back to Beaumont. Well, I guess it is as strange as it seems.
Oh well. Got to go to the drug store.