I don’t know what happened. My back’s been good. I’m doing my physical therapy regularly right now. I haven’t had pain, but just now I have a spontaneous flare up in my trouble spot from the car accident. It really, really hurts every time I move. So lame. I had high hopes for today.

I guess this means I’m going to be sitting a lot in the hopes that it’ll calm down enough for me to get my walk in.

Which means I’ll be knitting and spinning today instead of putting a second coat on the dining room door I painted last week.

It looked like this-

which was the last remnant of how the dining room looked when we moved in. Now it looks like this-

It needs another coat, and a doorknob, but it’s so much better.

I also wanted to make bread, granola, mop the floor, clean the butler pantry (behind the newly red door), get a good start on laundry, give Clark a bath, and maybe get to the store.

Nope. Not me. I’m going to be sittin’. But I’m going to sneak a batch of bread in.

Last night I made whole wheat linguini from fresh ground flour and served it with an italian turkey sausage red sauce. It was so amazingly good. There are leftovers, and I’m eating them for lunch.