I'm a lumberjack and I'm -- in some pain, actually.

So all the manly cutting of trees and stacking of lumber I've been doing has led to me throwing my back out again. (Lift with your knees, folks!)

Which means I'm trying to stay as horizontal as possible, which in turn means that those of you who kindly volunteered to assist in the great game of musical chairs (and couches and tables and armoires) as we rearrange the furniture to make room for the baby are off the hook for the time being -- I feel bad enough about asking people to carry heavy objects for me; there's no way I'm going to do that when I can't even help.

Bleah. Getting old kind of sucks.