Yesterday I grocery shopped and picked up prescriptions. Today I did my Saturday housework and washed the cars. 
Aside from all that fun stuff mentioned earlier, my sweetheart came home damaged this morning from work at about 4AM, normal time, but hurting.
She had pulled some of those "under the shoulderblade" muscles that we barely know they are there until they scream.
Hot epsom tub, Lidocaine cream, finally asleep.
BUT, Saturday is HER wash day. Stinking diesel wreaking uniforms first. She's out though. Needs a hand.
However, I am restricted from ever again touching her uniforms. I tossed some in once before without double checking and washed them all with a handful of tissues in a pocket. I am banned forever, now.
I bucked House Rules and gave her a good headstart with not only the outers, but the inners (still cold here) as well in the second load.
I wasn't sure what my Hero Act might bring when she woke up, but she was very happy and thankful.
Fighting against her soreness, she began to make lunch. More about that soon.
