Georgia on my mind...or, George on my couch.

I feel as though I am married to Ray Charles. My husband sits on the couch, blank faced, wearing wrap around black polarized sunglasses. He has a billed cap on to keep light from sneaking in over the top of the glasses.

You see, he strained his neck badly while lifting weights last week. He is in terrible pain, unrelenting and constant. I feel bad for him.

But he still looks like Ray Charles...