This weekend, Nettl and I are moving back into the master suite upstairs. That means a lot of hoisting heavy furniture around up and down stairs; not easy for us since we’re officially middle-aged, 5′3″ and out of shape. Then we’ll also be steam cleaning the carpets, something lower backs always appreciate. But it has to be done; it’s something I’ve wanted to do since before Christmas.
I feel like I’m not making sense here, and the coffee is taking longer and longer each day to strike a chord in my sleep-deprived, silly-putty brain. Things to do, fences to mend… but I just want to go back to bed and sleep the day away. If you know me at all, you know that I won’t, just from sheer determination. I need a massage. Haven’t had one since 1998.
