I’m having a hard time moving, and I didn’t really do the heavy lifting. I did stage the boxes from inside to the porch and my friend took stuff down to the basement. Yeah, it’s not perfect, but I only had help for 5 hours. The kitchen hasn’t been touched, and the downstairs bedroom is still needs work, but I still have a few days before my mother gets here.

I relaxed on the bed after my friend left and had difficulty getting back up. I thought it was just my ankles that were sore, but my back has decided that it has had enough for today, maybe the week. I felt like a feeble old man, hunched over and groaning which makes sense since I am a feeble old man. I’m too tired to cook and so I'm headed over to the Nicaraguan joint around the corner for something tasty.