We returned RV in the morning, and went to pick up the computer monitor, only to learn that the part they’d ordered hadn’t arrived yet. Grrr. Then we went back to the site to help with tear-down and clean-up. Somewhere between the RV place and the electronics store, my back/neck went all wonky. It hasn’t happened recently, thanks to the chiro work, but it used to happen more often than it should—I get a sharp pain from beneath my left shoulder blade up into my neck. This one was pretty bad. I could barely move my head at all. Thus I wasn’t too much help when we arrived. I helped inventory the HQ supplies, and swept some of HQ, and carried not-heavy things to and fro.

There was a volunteer raffle for those who worked today, and I put most of my tickets in for some pretty silver-grey wool for spinning, because, as you may recall, I obtained a spindle but no wool. I put a ticket in for some brown wool, one in for a Celtic bedspread (read: fabric to make another caftan or dress), and one in for an amber necklace that would look good strung between my Viking brooches.

I played Vanna in the raffle, displaying each item and then handing it off to the person I won. I didn’t win the bedspread, pout. Honestly, I didn’t expect to win anything except maybe the grey wool, because I hadn’t put many tickets in for the other things, and because my luck had been foul at the previous day’s raffle (for all the War volunteers). Anyway, next up was the brown wool. I told Issya, who was reading the tickets, to read my name. Cue amusing banter. Then she looked at the ticket, looked at me sadly, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry.” And called Umberto’s name. The goober had put in one of his tickets (or more than one? I don’t know.) for me. Sheez. To make a long story short, my luck at turned, because I got both the other wool and the necklace. I was pretty surprised by the necklace.

After that, we came home, read part of the Sunday paper, and did laundry (and more laundry, and…I think we’ve done four loads so far, with perhaps two to go). I took a bath in the hopes of making my back feel better; it didn’t really help, but I like baths, and read Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block, which was a warped and fun little book that I can’t believe hasn’t been banned by the Xian fanatics. The we watched Friends, Will & Grace, and Charmed, and ate crackers and Dubliner cheese (one of my favourites, which Ken had bought while we were at the War), and crawled off to bed early in an effort to catch up on sleep.