A new morning

I moved everything that was movable on Sunday.  At least movable by my daughter and me, the movers come next Saturday to bring the big things like my bed and couch.  We worked like crazy, but I thought we were exercising an extreme amount of common sense, keeping the loads fairly small.  Of course that meant even more trips up and down stairs so it was a grueling day.

Sunday night I couldn’t sleep on my airbed because every part of my body just hurt too much and Monday morning I woke up nauseous and with a back that felt like gremlins had invaded the middle of it.

Still I hung curtains and drapes and put things away.  The place is livable until the furniture comes and the cable man even installed the Internet connection in my bedroom the way I wanted it.  Life is good.  I was down for the night by six thirty and up this morning at six thirty! 

I took my first walk from here at six fifty five and it was wonderful!  The park is only five minutes away.  It is a small park full of old shade trees and gangs of squirrels!  Yes, gangs!  I counted twelve of them frolicking around one tree!  Maybe they are siblings.

Coming home I did my first load of laundry here and went right back down with cleaning supplies to clean off the machines.  How could anyone wash clothes in something so dirty!  Now the clothes are in the dryer and I am writing My Thots.  A new era begins.