It's all less than optimal

Nagging pain in my leg has grown to a sharper, stabbing and more persistent sensation. The doctor at student health suspects a disc problem. She prescribed a steroid which did nothing, so she gave me a drug called neuronten, which does nothing for the pain at all but does give me a somewhat loopy perspective for which I am trying to cultivate an appreciation of sorts. Today I got an MRI at the local hospital, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm really hoping this whole thing just goes away.
Halloween was OK, but kind of rushed being in the middle of the week. I skipped the trick-or-treating and stayed home to greet trick-or-treaters, of which we had none. The kids just went around the block with some friends and I hear it went well. Cooked a chicken and some sweet potatoes and ate with our friends and their kids.
Reading about Islam, doing research for the mosque project. Big Johnny Cash festival in town, Marty Stuart is playing, in commemoration of the man in black getting arrested for public drunkeness here in 1965 and writing a song about it. The hotel he and June staid in is now The Dark Horse Tavern, but it still looks like a hotel, I think they still rent rooms. The house where he got busted, for "pickin' flowers" as he put it, is one that I drive by every morning taking the kids to school. There is a brick wall around it now, presumably to discourage future horticultural pilfering. I hope I can convince the family to walk up town and see Marty Stuart tomorrow evening. Small town America.