Unfortunately, I spent most of it inside, nursing an out of whack back.
I wish I had a good story, but I don't have any clue what I did to it to make it hurt like it does.
It started tinging on Friday, but by Saturday morning was fully fledged into the hurting. I went swimming, which stretched it out some, but it tightened back up by noon.
We went grocery shopping. gymgeek is a sweetheart, and babies me just right. He bought me some of those nifty 'expose to air and they get hot' heating pads, a bottle of good white wine and a dozen roses. It's hard to be too whiny when someone babies you like that. I installed myself and my heating pad on the couch, and did a whole lot of nothing.
Today, it's still hurting, but heading toward getting better. Motrin continues to be my friend.
I went out and did a little bit of "don't bend over" gardening, but there's a lot more to do. Luckily, it's light until at least 6:30 or so now, so I can work on the yard after work. Apropos of that, my neighbor was out mowing her grass tonight at about 8:30. Yes, in the dark. It must have been on her weekend list of things to do.
Friday night, though, gymgeek and I had a little adventure. We went up and stood in line to get Ron Jeremy's autograph. Now, I don't believe I've ever seen a Ron Jeremy porn movie, but the man is famous--not pretty, but famous. It was just kind of a kick. The line was enormous! He was selling DVD's right and left, chatting folks up, signing autographs and taking pictures. It was fun. He signed a picture John had of him and Bruce Campbell (both clothed!), a birthday card for John's brother Matt, and the picture we had taken with him. Me, my sweetie and the porn star. I have to say, he's not a pretty man, but he has gorgeous gray eyes. And if the sex toys they were selling really are true to life--an enormous penis. I wonder who got to do the QA on that production run?
I think I hear ice cream and strawberries and more motrin calling my name!