I totally overdid it yesterday. Physical therapist in the morning that although she didn't do much still poked me in places that hurt afterwards. Then work for 4 hours. And then I sat writing for 8 hours or until 11:30 pm when hubby came to drive me home. (And the cafe was closing anyway)
Today I can hardly move my arms and my hands and fingers hurt like a mofo.
Sometimes I'm just too stupid for my own good. *headdesk*
Apart from some stress this morning when we overslept and had to rush to pick up the kids and drive them over to my friend who had offered to take pics of them for the Xmas cards, I did absolutely nothing productive today.
Watched the last 3 episodes of Smallville, had fun looking through Geekalerts (huby says this whole collection is like made for me, especially the gloves, lol) and watched Wallace and Gromit And The Curse of The Warerabbit with the kids. Made macaroni and sausages for dinner since hubby is having a dude night with the very few male co-workers he has, bowling and drinking. And am now pondering whether to try and get some writing done or just watch something stupid and eat/drink stuff that's bad for me but good for the soul. Hmmm...
Ps. This pic that I snagged from 
killerweasel makes me happy in my pants.
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