We're falling apart. Ryan has to drive to town today (Fort Nelson) to sign his end of the papers at a lawyer's office. He is sick. Really really sick. He never is sick, just me. But today he is, and he has to drive 2 hours each way on a muddy slippery road. I am not enjoying this.
I carried a bunch of boxes to the trailer last night. I think I made 20 trips. Now my arms hurt. A lot. Perhaps this is a sign I really need to go to the gym. Who are we kidding, there are signs everywhere. Anyhow, only 1/3rd of the boxes are down there. But it's a start right?
I carried a bunch of boxes to the trailer last night. I think I made 20 trips. Now my arms hurt. A lot. Perhaps this is a sign I really need to go to the gym. Who are we kidding, there are signs everywhere. Anyhow, only 1/3rd of the boxes are down there. But it's a start right?
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