And the law was gravity, writer friends.  And when the law won, it was the biggest pain in the neck.

For about a month, I flouted the usual rules of an ergonomic work station and just worked, and worked, and worked.  There was much happiness, since work is writing and writing is great.  Then my vertebrae said that I would not be working as much.  It puts a hitch in the giddy-up, that’s for sure.

So, of the 3.6 average people who see this blog, how have you solved the ergonomic quandary of the I-mostly-sit-for-a-living work life?