Neither Jane nor I can move, we're so sore…

She was on muscle relaxant yesterday and slept nearly 12 hours; I got out and attempted—well, DID move the two trash bins that she'd filled, killing her back; I exhausted myself getting them to the curb, and I threw MY back out. She slept all day. Got up still sore. Now I'm sore.

And what happens the very first thing this morning? The sprinklers come on to water our new trees, and a fountain erupts out of the dirt of the stripped front lawn. The Mantis had clipped the irrigation line. Wah...