Just to make things even more craptastic, my tailbone decided to blow up (that's my medical diagnosis anyways.) Over the past couple of weeks, I've noticed some slight shooting pains in the tailbone region every couple of days. Nothing that crazy, I'm old, these things are par for the course. Yesterday, after driving home from work, I stepped out of my car and sneezed. Pop, my tailbone exploded. There's some serious pain here, folks. I'm hoping its a muscle thing (?) that will go away today.
So this has been an uplifting post. Let me see if I can find the "it could always be worse" angle. Well, we did clear out some junk from the basement. We've been meaning to do that, not so much in the emergency fashion of Monday night, but it got done. What else... Oh, I have survived 2 days of Breaking Nighttime Eating Habit. Maybe the silver lining of blowing up my tailbone is that it's harder to get up and down from the couch for snacks.
Oh ya, Happy St. Patrick's Day. Drink up for me.