Ow. Ow. ow. Ow.ow. OW. ow. ow. ow.

Lately my back has ben hurting. It's never done this before, except after a night of crazy mosh pit action, and let me tellya, it's ben a looooong time since that's happened. So I woke up barely able to move, no reason I can think of at all. I'm shuffling through the day like an old lady, almost unable to push the grocery cart, and absolutely unable to lift any of the groceries to the house. The husband did it all. The only thing that helps is to curl up on the couch with my head tucked forward as far as I can get it to my knees, and take a nap. This is very not good. I can't ride my bike, which means I can't get around, and can't get to the new babysitting job that may await me tomorrow. ug. It seems my life is a bit out of whack that I can Babble on to no one on this computer, but I can't afford a car or to go to the doctor. I need a new job. I need to learn how to better be a farmer with the money I do have. I need a cup of cocoa.