Guess who foolishly over-extended herself over the weekend? I (and a whole bunch of very wonderful friends) have been helping Dad clear out and organize the house. I did this both Saturday and Sunday, and while I *thought* I was not pushing myself physically, I forgot
(okay, fine, willfully ignored) the toll that the emotional and mental work would exact.
::attempts to dodge the Stern Looks and Lectures from certain friends, swears to be more aware of this stuff in the future::So anyway, today is one of those days where I am EXCEEDINGLY grateful that my tech editing gig is primarily work-from-home. I am now coated in
staxxy's magical Kiss It Better ointment, and am ensconced on the sofa with two laptops (work and personal), a stack of writing notebooks, tea,
clovisdvlbunny, and
Nightmare Before Christmas on in the background. (With three other Tim Burton movies waiting by the TV, because oh my, is this a comfort movie day.)
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For those of you who suggested trying the "High Quality Food" that we found in the back of the pantry: No. We took a picture for history, and then threw it out. Other things we have found tucked away include the senior year portraits of my Mom and Dad (let me tell you, my parents have always been cute!), my paternal grandmother's wedding photo, and my report card from my sophomore year of high school. (3.33 GPA, thankyouverymuch.) Yes, the Stroppy One will be scanning all of them when he is done with his current deadline, and then I will post them.
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Okay, back to the dayjob. Wow, I am tired and feel like I've been beaten with sticks. Ugh.