Last night, he came over again to help move her stuff into the moving truck. We carried boxes and furniture downstairs. Things I had no business lifting. But I am the strongest so I had to do it.
Fast forward to today. I drove the truck and it was hell on my back. Three hours is much too long for me to sit. It was a crappy day, foggy, raining.
Thankfully I didn't have to unload the truck. But I did clean a room out and we'll skip the fact I found two dead mice. Poor babies.
Tomorrow I install an electrical line in that room, drive three hours home, another hour taking care of my animals and the fosters, hooking up the antenna to a tv in a different room and finally laying down on the couch to watch Big Brother.
Let's hope I have a shred of energy to do all this.
