of back strain and mustaches
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.07.05
Today we were scheduled to go down to Bridgewater to see uncle Horst and aunt Barbara. But it didn't happen because my girlfriend's back was acting up. She'd pulled a muscle on the plane on the way down when reaching for her luggage after setting herself up for an injury by overdoing some exercises a few days before.
So we went and sat at the rooftop patio at "Your Father's Moustache" and enjoyed some sun. Then I took her to the airport and once again had to say goodbye.