In fact, rather than improving, the stupid back is a hot spike of pain right now, and I want nothing more than for this last print to spool off so I can shut down the computer, tape up the box, and go home. To work on the house.
Well, it was a good day, though I probably killed off half my braincells on hot mousepad fumes. Lots done. And two portraits adopted, yay! (Not mine, but it's still a great feeling)