I've mentioned before how I tend to migrate from room to room at night. Master bedroom to guest bedroom to living room to master bedroom, and so on.
I'm guessing that this behavior must be related to stress.
My cats and I have several little parades a night sometimes. MixedSignalGirl used to join in the parades, but eventually she wised up and she'd run on ahead to make sure she ended up with "her" side of the bed. Then she wised up even more and she just stayed where she was because, chances were, we'd all be back before the night was over anyway. Now she's wised up completely and wants nothing to do with me.
Anyway, I guess that last night I screwed something up. I remember going to bed in the guest room, and I remember waking up on the sofa in the living room. But I also remember waking up sometime during the night in my master bedroom sleeping on a pile of clean laundry.
That's what did it, I'm sure.
I fubared my back.
I suspect that the advanced yoga position I must have attained to be able to sleep with the laundry and the cats did something to a nerve or something, since this morning I could barely walk.
So I shuffled in to work because I had some shit that couldn't be put off, then I took the second half of the day off. Once home, I mostly just took a very hot bath and then slept.
Now my back feels a little better. I'd like to get a heating pad for it. Or maybe I could borrow one of my grandmother's old walkers.
Our little parades were a lot of fun. I miss the parades.
posted by: MixedSignalGirl | October 24, 2006 1:08 AM
Don't make me out to be the bad guy.
posted by: MixedSignalGirl | October 24, 2006 1:11 AM
No bad people here. Just bad timing.
posted by: dave | October 24, 2006 7:26 AM
I just noticed that it said "loving room" instead of "living room." Dr. Freud would be so proud.
posted by: dave | October 24, 2006 7:47 AM