Long and strange weekend. We are all in the advanced stages of cabin fever-- every now and then you'd look out the window and it was snowing buckets. Huge, surreal snowflakes coming down thick and fast. And then the next time you looked the sun would be shining. Would drop everything, pull on my coat and grab D's leash, but would be greeted by blizzard-like conditions as soon as we stepped out the door.
M threw his back out this weekend. He was playing with the kids and made a wrong move and felt something shift. It's really hurting him-- and he's no wimp, so if he actually admits that it hurts it must be pretty bad.
Yesterday he couldn't even get off the couch normally; he had to roll off and stay on his hands an knees and then climb his way up me to even stand up! It's a bit better today, but is still worrying-- and of course the timing stinks since he's supposed to drive to Stuttgart on tuesday.
So I was sitting here worrying about M, stressing about a trip I'm making for work next week and feeling just generally tense, and a piece came on the news about all the people who are starving to death due to droughts in Kenya and surrounding countries. Kind of puts everything into perspective, doesn't it?
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I know, I've been feeling tense today (our final stage of selling the house, Jeff totalling his car skidding on ice a few days ago, etc) -- but, you're right, in the big picture, it's not anything like what some people go through. Hope your M. feels better soon!
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