Today was apparantly a holiday in Canada.

Chez blondie, it was a screaming-spine, a little-cooking, lying-in-bed day. So the screaming spine is self-explanatory (and getting so old). The little cooking was my lamb experiment. After waking up after 6 (why, universe, why?), I started prepping and had the slow cooker going shortly after 7. In it were two fairly thin lamb leg chops, freshly ground salt and pepper, a package of sliced 'shrooms, two cans of onion soup, two cans of rose wine. So everything had been cooking for a while when, upon adjusting my food spreadsheet, I noticed "parsnips". Which were still in their plastic bag. So I quickly washed and peeled them before continuing to peel them into long linguine-like strips. After I'd done as much as I could (and nicked one of my fingers), I added the strips and remaining pyramids to the pot. Several hours later, I had hot food to sustain my body and soothe my exhausted spirit.

Beyond physical pain, I'd also been aggravated by some unreasonable demands in my blind group volunteering role. Um, if you want me to do something, I can't mind read. I don't know how it was done by my predecessor - the originator of the function! Sigh. Now I'm so tired (and still in pain), I don't know how much energy I'll have for bowling tomorrow afternoon ... followed by an executive meeting in the evening. So. Very. Tired.

Managed to watch most of my usual TV (along with the to-be-expected conking out). I think I'd better go to bed and tend to my spine. ::swallows pills and crosses fingers::