
I spent a lovely evening at the Phillips' in Tville last night and played with cute babies and other people and only managed to take three pictures. This was the best out of the three... Mallory's little brother Matt catchin some Z's on the couch.


I have no idea what it must feel like to have chronic pain, but I think I got a little glimpse of it this week. I had the work out of death on Saturday morning and here I am Tuesday afternoon still barely capable of walking straight. Each step is painful and awkward and it takes me twice as long to do just about anything. And I'm feeling much better than I did yesterday. I had no idea how debilitating a workout could be. But wow. I now have an idea. Anyway, it got me to thinking about people that might feel something kind of like this on a regular basis and how annoying that would be. I still don't understand quite what it would be like, but I'm sure glad I don't have chronic pain of any kind and even though this experience has been (and still is) painful, I think I have a little better idea of what people go through who suffer from it. So, ha! It's a blessing in disguise! Kind of. :)
We had "home evening" (my ward decided to get rid of the family in the term) at my apartment with another group tonight and played a game where we write famous people's names down and describe them and our team mates have to guess who it is. It was a lot of fun even though our team got killed. Good old FHE.