Moving day

Today is moving day. I know.

Not because of a calendar, nor because I know what day of the week it is.

I know because a puppy nearly skinned me alive with his excitement last night and my right forearm is bandaged up like a mummy.

I know because I have hives all over my chest and itch like mad.

I know because my face has broken out in a rash that itches too.

I know because I woke up at the crack of dawn to wash the sheets and move things towards the door.

Pray for this mover, now and at the hour my moving begins!