Today's adventure: braised ribs for dinner, right?

Wrong. We got to go to Rosie's.

Believe it or not, the Pyrex pan that I was using in the oven to braise the ribs….exploded in the oven. I kid you not: exploded. Jess took pictures, but she hasn't uploaded them yet. (I'll post them here when she does.)I can't believe the damned pan exploded in the oven. I'd put it in there not five minutes before, and wandered to the computer room to check email. I heard a *pffft*—sounded like the liquid was boiling over—so I went into the kitchen to check.

Revision to earlier statement. I feel cruddy. My neck is sore and stiff, and my chest is sore from where the seatbelt kept me from chowing down on the steering wheel.

I'm going to give this a bit longer. See how I feel tomorrow. If it's not better I'll think about going to the doc to get it checked out. I don't think it's anything serious, but I'm sore.

I've gotten virtually no work done today, between getting my car looked at, filing reports at the Huntsville Police Department, explaining to co-workers that I'm mostly okay, and generally just having trouble concentrating.

Kat's going to take me to Birmingham tomorrow. A quiet outing—a bit of window-shopping. I'll wait and see how I feel. I wish I had some sick time to take, but as far as I know, I don't at this point.

Tonight I think I will just curl up on the couch and hibernate.