On the day before Christmas Eve while having a playdate with Hz, I threw my back out.
I suppose there could be worse times (such as right before being chased by bears), but I'd planned on using this week to get a bunch of exercising, holiday preparing, unpacking and general organizing done. Can you imagine me going on about how much I dislike this? Good. Spares me the effort of writing it out.
Saturday I got to spend with thrihyrne, and that was awesome. She wanted some plants for our new home, so as a Holiday Present, I took her on a surprise trip to Portland Nursery to get whatever she liked. We brought home two new Plant Friends, with pots. Right now they're keeping her company in the next room as she works (she's got shifts both Christmas Eve AND Christmas Day).
Then we had sanguinity and grrlpup over, as our First Dinner Guests Ever. We walked up to Peacock Lane to look at the lights (Pro Tip: If you go on foot, look at the lights on both sides of the street as you go, because you'll be sick of the crowds by the time you reach the end of the block and will just go home from there), then had dinner and started to watch a documentary on origami, but they'd seen it before, so we watched "The Hunger Games" (which they'd also seen before, but had a lot more action than the paper-folding documentary).
I hope you are not spending your holiday with an ice pack, shuffling about slowly and wincing!