Waking up this morning was a YAY, Thank You time.
The shoulder and neck pain is nowhere near as bad.
Oh yes. Business as usual. Happy.
The shelf I’d just built and painted and antiqued was ready to be lined up on the wall. Feeling great. On such a high that I’d forgotten how heavy the cast iron thing-a-me-bobs, eerm, brackets are and that my arm span was slightly less than needed.
Boink. Shelf and head connect.
Later, when Himself gets home and I’m moving all my stuff into the kitchen, I drop the laptop on my foot.
Now there is a headache and limp to add to the list.
P.S. This song is incredible for many reasons. Mainly because it was written for the teenagers with suicidal thoughts.