We spent yesterday at Chicken Mama's working to bring the Great Moving Adventure close to an end. Just one more day (this coming Sunday) to get everything removed from the property.
The weather was super-cooperative with temps near 40 degrees and sunshine almost all day. At the end of the day, I wondered what a pedometer strapped to my leg would have shown in miles walked up and down stairs and across acreage carrying thousands of pounds (maybe it just felt that way) of packed boxes and pieces of furniture.
When we arrived home at the end of the day, I was totally done in, ravenous but lacking one ounce of energy to whip up a delectable dinner for the three of us. We caved and picked up a pizza for father and daughter and a California burger with onion rings for me. I guzzled three half glasses of wine while wolfing down my burger. Near the end of the meal, Chicken Mama asked if she could finish up the last of my onion rings. I pushed the container over to her apologizing that I had left very little. She commented that I had, indeed, chowed down in an uncharacteristic manner.
Later, Papa Pea and I each took some Arnica (homeopathic remedy for aches, pains and strained muscles) and crashed in bed early. (I don't even remember exactly what time it was.)
I slept like the dead until popping wide awake at 3:30. Got up and watched a couple episodes of Northern Exposure (why in the world don't they make TV shows like that anymore?) before crawling back into bed.
Both of us were awakened at 8:15 this morning by the phone ringing. EIGHT-FIFTEEN? What a couple of slugga-beds.
Granddog Tucker apparently had a rough day yesterday, too.
It is now 10:30 a.m. and we've not had breakfast yet. We've both been swilling coffee and I have a splitting headache and ouchy tummy. (The one and a half glasses of wine last night apparently did not do good things to my system even though it slid down ever-so easily.)
Today is shaping up to be a bit of a slow day considering our snail-like start. Just as well. Schools are all closed along with lots of other cancellations because of the freezing rain we got over night. Joy, joy. Freezing rain in the middle of January, for heaven's sake. I shouldn't complain. At least it's much needed moisture for the soil. We certainly haven't been getting it what with the extreme lack of snow so far this year.
Now I think I'll go put another log in the stove to help stave off the gray, gloominess of the day (still dripping out there) and maybe take another dose of Arnica.
As for breakfast, there was a little of the pizza left over last night that I put in the refrigerator. Think I could pass that off as breakfast/brunch? Nah, Papa Pea would simply not appreciate that. Nor would my stomach.
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