All work on the floor has stopped. My back got progressively worse until I was relegated to the couch. Mrs Schwartz came over to take care of me. We watched Four Brothers, which had great dialog, but a boring ending.
I started self medicating with gin sometime in the afternoon. Mrs Schwartz gave me 4 Tylenol PM, which put me down like a darted rhino. I don't know how she got me up the stairs to bed.
This morning, it's marginally better, but I still can't walk or move very well. Mrs Schwartz has been on me like a harpy every time I try to get off the couch.