Silly bodies

On Saturday morning I was out in the front yard with my daughter and I went to close the gate to the driveway so I wouldn't have to worry about her running out into the street. The gate front wheel had fallen off the rail so I picked it up to put it back on the rail. Something, I might add, I have done many times before.

This time I apparently tore muscles in my back.

I got to spend the rest of my weekend laying down while my daughter looked worried. Luckily friends chipped in and took turns coming over to my place and playing with my daughter, making food and such. My husband was great also, but as he had work to do (that whole independent consultant thing isn't as easy as it sounds), we lined up friends.

Monday morning I am "working" and taking breaks to lie down on the floor and relax my back.

These meat bodies are a lot of work sometimes. They certainly can get in the way of the best laid plans (the weekend plans were shot to h**l). In a case like this, there was really nothing I could do. My back needed the time to heal itself, and that was that.

So, as the title says: "Silly Bodies"...