Well, the hard part is over, at least that's what I'm hearing. From an emotional standpoint I can see some truth in that, but from a new beginning perspective the outlook is frightening. For instance, everyone knows that moving sucks. Let me tell you it sucks even more when you are on a tight budget and have to do it yourself. My body is so racked with pain this morning I feel like I've been strapped to some kind of medieval torture device for the last two days. To add insult to injury, I was soooo looking forward to a nice hot shower last night to help ease my battered old body into a dreamless sleep. What I got instead was more pain and agony. Whoever installed the shower head in this place was a sadist—the devil himself I tell you. I felt like I was being pressure washed by thousands of little tiny sharp needles. I had to turn the water off in order to lather up, and then dance around with my arms shielding my most delicate parts once the water was back on. I don't think I got all the soap off me, but I was too tired to care.
Sleep came quickly for me, mercifully. The dawn came just as quickly, unfortunately. I had to reach for my sleep mask at 7:00 this morning when the sun pierced through my blinds and burned a hole in my eyelids. As it turns out, this townhouse gets full frontal sun all day, and my bedroom is, you guessed it—in the front. By nine o'clock this morning my room was easily ten degrees hotter than the back of the house. It felt like a few degrees hotter than hell to me. Anyone who knows me, knows that the first thing on my list of things to do today is to find room darkening shades...blackout blinds...black paint...whatever it takes to cool me off!!! So, I get to go spend more money today that I don't have, to fix shower heads, and the bedroom sauna, but there is a smile on my face and the faith that everything is going to be just fine.
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