So (I told myself) “I’ll get all these different tasks accomplished in my roommate’s absence.”
Fat chance. (Why are a fat chance and a slim chance the same? – George Carlin)
To be fair, I did go to two grocery stores this morning, in preparation for the Christmas feast. But I thought I’d be able to rearrange my bookshelves to accommodate more books, and clear the remaining boxes from my room after emptying their contents into precise spaces in the closet.
I did get some of the bookcase rearranged, but, between the bending, kneeling and having to wear ‘Ed’ (the really big shoe) to keep my pain level at a minimum, work took it’s toll. (Note-to-self: realize that self-made projects expand to fill the time allotted, plus 25%.) My back, knees and hands are now killing me.
But, I DID make a dent. Progress, not perfection.
PS – I wrote this the next day. It’s been three days more, still having ‘issues’. Guess I’m officially old and out-of-shape!