A New Year

The holidays went well; Christmas was the best we've had since getting married.  New Year's Eve was a little more sticky, but we've decided to not let that set the tone for the new year.  Now if only I could remember to write 2010 instead of 2009 in all my journal entries . . .

About a week ago, I had a run-in with a solid wall.  Messed up some muscles in my back.  I've been in pretty constant pain since then, but mostly it's been bearable . . . barely, but barely's count, as Mom says.  Kim tried to pop my back this morning, thinking it would help, but it only made it worse.  I'm struggling with feeling like an invalid, but Kim's been wonderful - he did the dishes so I wouldn't feel obligated to be up and about, when the only way I can ease the pain is to keep my back supported by either the couch or the bed.

Not much else has been going on.  I picked up my birthday cake.  I might just put the LOST number sequence (4 8 15 16 23 42) on it, after being reminded that I'm turning 22, which could be read as 2 squared, which is 4, and, as you can see, begins the sequence.  (This came from my sister-in-law.)  It would be kind of funny to poke fun at Rhi and Frank, with their Edward fascination, and Brandon, with his Batman fascination, in that way.

Other than that, we're looking forward to the 21st, the 27th, and February 2nd - Burn Notice, Psych, and LOST starting up, respectively.

~Brenna.