I am so tired. Moving isn’t fun at all.
Part of me wishes that we could get a little snow so I could have a day off from school tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I got a little blood blister, a little slice on my finger from a knife, and about twelve more knots in my shoulders, but other than that, I escaped unscathed.
But, now the mountains of boxes call. I think I might ignore them for a little bit longer.