Lord, Help Me Find a Spa That's Open On Mondays
I am about five minutes and one bad laundry basket lift away from totally throwing out my lower back. It's aching like mad. I haven't worked out in weeks and have mostly had my big butt in a chair writing worship services or been on my feet in heels leading worship and greeting folks. Not very holistic. I feel like hell, frankly, although I am proud of the fact that there aren't dirty dishes in the sink and the cat box is clean. And that I got my newsletter column in on time.