I’m well on my way to holy crap I can’t move I’m so tired!

My back is complaining as are my knees.

Lucy was not happy with me even though I gave her the entire morning full of attention and throwitthrowitthrowit!

The book cases and my desk are empty of books.

The boxes are piling up in the cellar where they aren’t in the painter’s way.

The work is grueling and my back is making me pay for it.

Up early again…Lucy needs to stop this, except the painter will be early every day it takes him to finish. UGH! I do not do mornings well at all.