For those of you who expected me to be all sappy and drippy because it's Valentine's Day - forget it. Ain't going to happen. Even though I am in a relationship now (a very happy one), I still don't really like this day.
Anyway, I might have had a better attitude about this particular day if I hadn't decided to crash and burn in my living room this morning. Yes, I fell. I was walking around, cleaning stuff up while I was on the phone (hands-free) and I stepped on a stray hanger that someone left on the floor. It slipped out from under me and I crashed. Hard. But in that slo-mo fall (in my head it was slo-mo) I realized that I was about to bash my head against the sewing machine stand and so I twisted as I went down and landed between the sewing machine and the chair. That twist proved to be the wrong move, since my lower back has been screaming at me ever since.
I took Daniel to school and made it over to The Dude's house - he wasn't in much better shape because of some issues that he has with his neck, so we ended up laying around watching some horrible zombie movie.
OK, he watched, I napped.
That's romance, right there. Zombie movies and a nap.
After I picked the boys up from school, I came back home and worked on laundry (slowly) and cleaning up around the house (even more slowly). I did manage to get quite a bit done, in between taking breaks to sit down against the heating pad.
And then I cleaned out one of my email accounts (one down, three to go)...
I think I might try to finish my taxes tonight too. Or maybe I'll just be lazy and read instead.
And hopefully by tomorrow, The Dude and I will both be able to move with minimal pain.