Ow, my back!

It would be nice if I could claim I hurt my back shoveling the five or six inches of snow off my driveway so I could get down to the museum today.  That would be a noble, societally accepted reason to have a horrific back-ache.

But I can’t lie like that.

I drove right over the snow, because I’m stupid and reckless.  (Also because the weather forecast lied to me when it said we’d get up to 38 and see rain today, so I thought the snow would mostly get melted by the rain by the end of the day.)

So I don’t know why my back is killing me.

Well, no, I think it’s ’cause of what I was doing at the museum today.  Unlike the past two days, when I’ve been re-assembling broken dollhouse furniture, today I was putting that furniture in dollhouses.  Shouldn’t be a strain on the back at all, right?  Right. But the dollhouses were on tables, pushed far back (so that kids can’t reach them), and so I was having to lean forward over the tables, and then sort of stretch downwards to see what was in the lower level rooms.  (I couldn’t crouch because I have bad knees, and also because the height of the table was wrong for that approach.)

I think that’s why my back hurts so much today, but I’m not totally sure.

It could be any number of things, including that my back just doesn’t like me.

Anyway, I’m going to go lie down on a heating pad now.