It’s chilly and dreary out. It’s been raining off and on all day.

The four rugs I put on the laundry line last weekend have never dried and at this rate they never will. Sigh.

Brett’s back is still fucked up. It was better Thursday, but he made the mistake of going to work Friday – to do flooring – and now he’s pretty much back where he started. This morning we took him into town to see the chiropractor, but the office was closed. Of course.

I called around for muscle relaxants and couldn’t find any; Reni told me to call Kathy which I did. Kathy said she was busy today, but told me what to do: “Put him on 800 mg of ibuprofin every six hours. That’s four pills every six hours. It’ll bring the swelling down. Muscle relaxants won’t actually do anything while the muscle is inflamed like that. So keep his ass down. Don’t let him get up and move around, even when he feels much better after the second dose. You’ll have to wait on him, pamper him. [I groaned at that, of course.] Don’t let him move around at all. Call me in twenty four hours and we’ll go to the next step if we need to!” She is so awesome!

Brett bitched about “just taking ibuprofin,” just as she’d said he would, but he’s doing it anyway. He’s lying in bed right now reading the magazines I picked up for him at the store.

Anyway, back to this morning in review: Went to the chiropractor and it was closed. Went to 2nd Street Coffee Shop, bought lattes, sat in the car and talked to Reni and Kathy on the old cell phone. Stopped at Drug Town for Motrin IB. Stopped at Hy-Vee for lasagne ingredients (and a bottle of wine for the cook). Stopped at Casey’s West for gas. Drove home.

Helped Brett out of the car. Carried in all the shit we’d acquired. Put groceries away. Came upstairs and posted a few pics I took this morning (before it started raining) to my knitting blog. Visited the SFBC’s site to refuse next month’s selections.

Now it’s nearly one and I think I’ll go run the oven for awhile to take the chill off my bones. (I suppose I’ll bake a lasagne and some garlic bread while it’s on!)

Ciao, babies. Smootch!
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