I have to admit that I am not crazy about affairs of any kind if I am the recipient of the hurt that they cause. If they hurt others, well that is something different and a topic for a different post altogether. Over the last week David has been gone to China on a conference. It has sucked. I miss him. A lot. Being the self destructive person that I am, well, I got into a bit of trouble. There is even evidence.

Bet you thought I was going to show you something bad?! No. My affair has been to my knitting. It has been sorely neglected as the spinning bug has taken over. This is a mix of Spunky Eclectic and Crown Mountain rovings. And, it is some stash busting. The problem is that I screwed up my shoulder a few weeks ago (please don’t ask, it falls under the TMI category). On Saturday it started to get sore again. This after spinning up a good 3.5 ounces of the Spunky on Friday and then starting the Crown Mountain on the same day. By Saturday night I noticed that my shoulder was getting sore but thought nothing of it. Come Sunday afternoon it got worse. Did I stop? No. I kept on going until I had plied the a bobbin full.

Monday morning. Wake up. Can barely move my fucking neck. Cursing myself I dropped Cameron off at daycare and came home with the phone book open and my cell phone handy. After calling a bunch of places I finally was able to get into Sante. I had a great massage. If every touch given could be considered great. She touched my shoulders before I even got onto the table and made a tsk’ing noise at how tense/tight the muscles were. By the end of the therapeutic massage I was sore and she was tired. I go back on Sunday!!

So my Ladybug is back in her corner. This is probably for the best since my housework and laundry have fallen to the wayside during this affair. Also, maybe I can make amends with my projects beside my chair.