LAST NIGHT: UGH. Three flights of stairs down… three up. Over and over and over again. Oh… and don’t forget the boxes. I’m not a fan of climbing or moving: the combination is lethal. THANK GOD for Dan and Becca. I can’t imagine moving Aims’ stuff without them. (shudders) Sad thing is… we didn’t finish. There is at least three more hours of work to do. S i g h.
THIS MORNING: Every muscle group in my body is screaming for the attention of a good massage therapist and a hot tub of water. Last night was easily two solid work-outs. My WRISTS hurt… and other parts I didn’t know I had. S i g h. Ok… off to do dishes. Which I promised to do in exchange for IZ making coffee for me after the move last night. Yep… I sold my birthright for a cup of coffee. It was worth it.
