So with "only" books (60 boxes!), clothes and housewares to unload, Tam took a spill on the moving van's icy ramp about the time I was docking with the U. S. Starship Wolfe. She's sore and stiff and seeking heat and horizontality. (Here's one reason why "Northerners" are considered dour: 'tis a harsher environment. We get a lot more ice and snow. It, in turn, gets us and we begin to think that's the way of things, forgetting many folks live in more clement latitudes than ourselves. Knoxville, for instance).
An hour after Tam went slideabout, I put my right thumb into the muffin fan on a compresser/dehydrator. Hardly a wrenched back but not a lotta help, either.
Overtime on the moving van's like $40 a day extra, unloading help starts at $230 for two guys/three hours. I can do math. ...An' I needed exercise anyway. Where're those work gloves? Where's my knee brace?
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