The Ache of Accomplishment
I hurt. I hurt in places I didn’t know *could* hurt. My thighs ache, my arms ache, my neck is sore, even my *fingers* ache, for crying out loud! And I’ve noticed that while I can keep moving if I keep moving (think about it and it might make sense to you), as I get more tired during a project it takes less and less time being still for me to “seize up”.
Case in point: I’m at the end of two consecutive days of working on Eve and Rick’s kitchen. We finished the flooring today (see? I can learn new things – now you might get pictures, too!) and
moved on to the next tasks – bringing in the new cabinets, repositioning the stove, and placing the new dishwasher. For some reason, the dishwasher didn’t come with a three-prong plug, so Eve and I went to Lowe’s to get one. It wasn’t too hard getting *in* the car (thighs and shins complained a little bit), but after a 20-minute ride to the store, LOTS OF ME was upset about having to get *out of* the car. And the same when I got home.
I don’t want to think about all the effort I have to put in to get from the couch to the bed. Maybe I’ll just stay here with the cats all night.