My leg and back are much improved. Like I did back in December, I switched to an OWB holster for a couple days so as to avoid aggravating things.
In this case, I doubled the relief on my back by using the gun I usually keep in my purse. At under 19 ounces when unloaded, the weight is hardly noticed when you're used to almost three pounds of steel and lead in the same place.
I was also reminded of the times I shot some informal action pistol courses with my old Charco Bulldog Pug, also a 5-shot revolver in .44 Special. Even though the stages were set up with snubbies in mind, the limited capacity and slower reload gave zero margin for error. When you've got only five beans in the wheel, you really want to make every one of them count.
Y'know, which is cool and all, because it was a good and concrete reminder that I'm not carrying a pistol because I'm looking to get in a fight. While it sure beats a handful of nothin', only a crazy person would get in a fight with a five-shooter. (Although they make splendid starter pistols for the "Panicky Fleeing Intended Victim 100yd Dash," to paraphrase Mike Irwin.)