My back is hurting me something awful. From the symptoms, it's a muscle strain, not a pinched nerve -- I've had both -- and so it will eventually get better, but in the meantime, I'm in a dreadful fix. Both Saturday and Sunday mornings, when I woke up, I couldn't get up. The pain in my back was so awful when I tried to sit or stand, it would drop me back into bed. In both cases I could eventually stretch out enough to hobble around -- literally, as Lisa has a pair of crutches that she adjusted to my height. Eventually, I could get to the point where I could move around a little bit and get from here to there, slowly, but it's been pretty miserable.
In the meantime, we still had work to do. I did what I could -- not a whole lot -- to help Lisa get back up on That Darn Roof, where she was able to lay down two more long strips of roof fabric and cover it with roof goop. It's still not enough, but we simply ran out of time and light. As it was, she barely got down from the roof in time for us to get the ropes and other gear put away.
I'll be in Oregon this coming week. I hope my back starts feeling better soon, because otherwise, getting back to the apartment in Fremont next Sunday night is going to be a horrible adventure.