We went to the coast for a week and it was good, but I was a mess. My family were such troopers helping me as my back got worse on the 3 hour drive, totally seizing up by day 2. I was pretty much not moving for two days. I also got a bunch of mite bites I am highly allergic to (enter gross rash) and the whole week was sort of ridiculous.
We made it back, unpacked, and I am scratching my head at how the whole back thing happened— too many hours of early morning sewing for the ballet? A few too many weird lifting episodes, stress, and a back pull I sustained while trying to get on underwear the week before? (I wish this weren't true.) I don't know. But, oh well. Now, if I can just take it easy now that we are home, and rest. Hopefully this won't get worse. I also need to turn 43 over the weekend without having some sort of melt down. I already had a few, not about getting old, but about my body getting old. So, yeah, I guess about getting old.
It will be good. Cake is coming, so there's that.
I did do quite a bit of cross-stitch while listening to Serial. It was so riveting. And I read a few books, not the most uplifting, lots of death and sickness in them. I need to switch to a historical romance.
