I am moved

I truly understand why I have only moved twice in the last 32 years, it is exhausting. Which seems ironic that I am embarking on a nomadic lifestyle, which means lots of moving. But hopefully I won't be lifting microwave ovens and fridges and lots and LOTS of clothes. Now everything is in it's place (almost) I can start streamlining my list of stuff (again). No doubt I will be doing it many more times until I get the hang of it.

My sister has made my room really comfortable, with cupboard space, hooks, pretty pictures and dressing table. My temporary stay might spill over a bit, although I am so tired tonight I might not be making any sense while writing this.

She gave me some Citro soda and anti inflammatory meds for my stiff body, and boy, was it a challenge getting up from the couch. I was making those little post Comrades noises on the outbreaths and I am looking forward to the time of less ache in about a week's time.

After a very disjointed night of sleep last night, I am hoping to wake up feeling rested and grunt free.