Post-Labour day blues

Well, as I said, Labour Day did prove to be physically draining. I did a little concreting job that I've been "getting round to" for eight years, ever since I moved in to my house. Boy, concrete is hard, heavy stuff, especially when wet. So now I've gone and torn something inside, my stomach aches and I feel totally knackered. Something in my pelvic floor has gone blah. I love that phrase "pelvic floor". It conjures up visions of heart kauri planking, or rimu tongue-in- groove, but my pelvic floor seems to be made of rotting particle board. Wish I was home in bed, snoozing, snoozing.