Up down Up down

Can you hear my knees creaking from all the times I walked up and down my stairs yesterday? Or perhaps you can hear my thighs screaming in burning pain?

You see, I decided that the best thing I could do with my limited time and resources was to take all the boxes my mom and I packed up two months ago and take them from the storage area in our upstairs and place them in the appropriate room downstairs. That was a good 50 trips up and down a very narrow 75-year-old stairwell.

By the time I crawled into bed last night, I was so sore I thought I might not be able to move this morning. A couple of Aleve and a few hours of rest and I seem to have recovered sufficiently.

Today I am unpacking all the kitchen boxes and photographing all my fiestaware. Good thing Jack Bauer cleared out his digital camera and changed the settings so I could have space for 800 pictures. I might use it all. Heh.

Also need to move stuff that I don't want the packers to touch out to the garage, which I am going to use as my off-limits area. Think that will work?

Time to finish sucking down this triple venti nonfat caramel macchiato and get to work. Catch you later.