Ouch, ow, oh! Creaking old bones and bruises this morning, I’m definitely not accustomed to physical work like ’s house-moving extravaganza.

There are bruises in the weirdest places, and my hands feel like I’ve completely lost all fine-motor coordination, picking up boxes is about all they can do. A perfect day to do nothing, laze on the couch and read the paper….

If only! A slight sleep-in then its preparation for Jack’s seventh birthday party, a cavalcade of cousins and a horde of aunts and uncles. Completely exhausting, I’m going to need a weekend to recover from the weekend.