Ow....

My aching back!

Flew in after a 9 hour flight. Was so happy to be on my homeland that I rushed to the baggage claim and promptly injured myself lugging a 1000 lb. bag to the cart.

I have been down for count. Today I am actually walking straight as opposed to the contorted Quasimoto stance that I have favored for the past few days.

HB is a saint. I never wanted him to see me on the toilet. The other day...I whimpered..."HB? Can you help me get the toilet paper?" As a gentleman should he walked in and proceeds to make sure I had a proper supply and then helped me get up off the proverbial throne.

He has helped me with my pants and drying my hair he has taken over the chores for the weekend and I am seriously grateful.

I was so proud of myself all week while I was gone. I walked and climbed and walked somemore. I kept up with the crowds of people and I didnt whine (well not outoud) once. I couldnt believe that a stupid bag was going to be the thing that brought be down after such a strenuous trip.

It bums me out to be on my butt for the weekend.

Stupid baggage.