This weekend was . . . largely wasted.
About mid-afternoon on Saturday, my lower back began hurting as if I'd strained it by carrying too much weight without support (not that this is the voice or experience or anything ;) ). Later that night,
laureth noticed a horrible black-and-blue mark on the back of one arm, as if I'd banged it into something pretty hard. (Again, not like I've done this before. ;) ) We joked about who I'd sent my
fetch to help move.*
Still, the back ache was constant. I wound up spending the weekend distracting myself from the ache. You know it's bad when LiveJournal isn't distracting enough. (Either that, or it says something about my taste in LJ friends, eh?) Now that it's the work week, I only occasionally have minor twinges; figures, eh?
So, did someone's Saturday moving go much better than explicable? ;)
* Hmm. Come to think of it, one of the few dreams I've had that stuck, was my father (who's been dead since 1982) coming the front door, asking if I knew my
fylgja is broken. Why didn't I remember this, when I had a pair of Seidhkona in front of me?