At Tuesday's Knit Night, I suffered an injury -- took one for the team, you might say. I bent over to pick up a fallen DPN, having begun my cast-on for a Wonderful Wallaby sleeve, then twisted to pick up someone's purse that I'd knocked over, and I felt the snap, crackle, pop of several back muscles giving way.
I think I'm still going up north. DH said that he thought I should go, "...otherwise, you'll just want to do laundry or something."
Oddly enough, with the built-in lumbar support, my car is one of the most comfortable places to be. I'll pack my knitting, ibuprofen and coldpack, will stop for food (and yarn), and I'll probably be back on Saturday or Sunday!