Woke up, my back was killing me. Looks like I’m in the middle of an attack of sciatica, which means my back hurts and my legs are feeling very weak. Not happy with that. Of course, then… on my way to work, I get a call that Sara had fallen and hurt her ankle. Nothing broken, but she’s going for an MRI tomorrow to see if there’s any ligament damage.
Should never have gotten out of bed. Neither of us.
