Finally! My first day off where I can get to work on the chores and posts that have been sitting idle for the past 8 days. I pick Houston up to put her in the back seat of Rita to take her to meet Jon in Chicago, where he will take the CFA test tomorrow (!) and . . . I threw out my back. Again. For the fourth time since July.
It's pretty awesome that I'm shacked up in my friend Laura's apartment, which is nothing short of completely sick. It'd be awesomer if I could move and had seen anything other than the guest bedroom ceiling.