Arrived home Wednesday, about 12:30 p.m. A short nap, birthday supper of shepherd’s pie, sweet and sour carrots, and hummingbird cake.
Thursday, I rested (our family day).
Friday, I worked, or at least, tried to get started on putting the office in order, after the owner renovated my space. Unpacked some books.
Saturday, a muscle in my back locked up. I spent the day in bed.
Sunday, I missed church at SJC, made it to TaubatÃ© and GuaratinguetÃ¡ to teach. Back got better throughout the day. But Vicki still wouldn’t let me drive home.
Today, about the same as last night. But I drove to the office this morning, unpacked some more boxes, started on my to-do list.
So how did my back get bad? Anybody’s guess. The day after getting to the USA, I helped my dad move some construction material. My parents’ shower is out, requiring sitting and laying in a short tub. My MIL’s bed is bad, and I felt a slight pain two mornings after rising. A good bit of travel by car. Sleeping upright on an airplane, going; laying down (I got three seats empty!) on return. Emotional stress of getting son #2 in college. All of the above.