Monday is set for the big move. I've been painting the last bits in the livingroom and climbing those *^&%$# stairs more than I normally do. That and the tension from just the IDEA of moving and I'm getting all stiff and sore. I have a massage scheduled for next Friday. Hope I can survive til then.
Ralph comes today to get the China closet. I guess Darla was supposed to call me and ask that I round up someone on this end to help. I didn't get that message. Ralph can't move it (his knees and legs in general are bad), Greg too is loosing leg power. I won't let Jerry help - his surgery is too new and I'm tired already. 64 may be the old 44, just tell my body that.
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