I am in the process of packing up the apartment. I did a marathon packing session last night, packing up and selecting books to take to our last IRA meeting of the year to give to our Habitat for Humanity bookcase that we're donating to one of the new houses being built this year. First of all, I know I'm a bookworm, but I never realized how many books I have! Good Lord! You would be surprised how heavy these books are. I am still not finished, but hopefully I will be this afternoon.
The downside of this packing adventure is that I felt about 100 years old when I got out of bed this morning. I have a feeling that Bengay and those Thermawrap heat thingies are about to become my best friends. I hurt from the top of my head to the soles of my feet! I don't remember moving being this painful the last time around. Maybe it's like childbirth. Everyone tells me you don't remember the pain once you have the baby, at least that's what all of the older teachers here keep telling me when I express doubts about whether or not I want to even go down that road. Somehow, I'm not believing them! I have a feeling I'll definitely remember how painful this move is!
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