Moving does not agree with me.
My ankles are swollen, I have a muscle spasm between my shoulder blades, and I'm pretty sure I cracked a rib. But I'm not complaining.
Because today, instead of packing, lifting, and carrying all of the possessions I hold too dear to just fucking get rid of, I have to work. I never thought I'd look forward to work but after my three-day moving marathon, the thought of spending ten glorious hours on my ass was enough to bring tears of joy.
I have a lot of catching up to do, both on your comments and new posts. I haven't been at my computer since Saturday, so bear with me while I get up to speed.