"Don't dig your grave with a knife and fork." - English proverb

I've used this before but when I saw it again the other day I did indeed laugh out loud. 

I figured it was worth a rerun, bad punctuation notwithstanding. 

I was so optimistic when I went to bed last night that I'd turned the corner on my hip issues. But the pain returned sufficiently to keep me awake. Did I do too much yesterday afternoon? Are the exercises going to make things "worse" before they get better? Did I get into a sleeping position that aggravated the problem?
The pain has lasted throughout the day. Sometimes pretty intense.
I dunno. I'll do my exercises today, tomorrow, and Monday morning as prescribed. If the pain persists, so be it. Then I'll see what Melissa says at my appointment mid-morning Monday.

Our custom is that whoever gets the mail from our box up the hill puts anything addressed to the other in their recliner.
I can go to Africa or South America for three weeks and come home to five or six envelopes and a Harbor Freight ad. Pam's been in AZ for two weeks without me and there's a five pound pile in the seat of her chair that almost reaches to the arm rests.

My mother is 95 and has had crippling arthritis for decades. Her hands are gnarly and her feet almost unrecognizable as feet. The damage that disease has done to her body is evident at those extremities but has also wreaked havoc on her shoulders, knees, hips, and back.
Mom has endured chronic pain for a very long time, pain that ebbs and flows but is always present to some degree.
It should come as no surprise that I've thought a lot about her the last two weeks.
When mom would get snippy with him dad would say, "I know it's not her talking, it's the arthritis."
(He was a very patient, gracious, and forgiving husband, a role model in that regard, too.)
That's one of the reasons I want to be over the hurdle with whatever is going on with my hip. I don't want to be ill tempered once Pam gets back.
At least not more than normal.

I downloaded a couple of albums from iTunes onto my MacBook Air. They immediately appeared on my old iPad. That's cool.
I took my iPad out to the garage to listen to that music through my small bluetooth speaker and 15 seconds into the first cut I got...buffering. Huh??
Somebody help me out here.
Do I not have those albums on my devices? Are they just "mine" in the cloud for streaming?
If that's the case I'm steaming because our painfully slow internet via satellite dish can't handle streaming.
I want to listen to my "50 Greatest Opera Arias"!!