ouch, says my back

Who invented this moving thing? My back hurts.

The movers come for the furniture in the morning. My new flannel sheets and microfleece blanket are washed and ready, and along with my feather pillows and the beautiful afghan that Lynette made me, they all should make my futon comfy-cozy tomorrow night.

Which is great, because tomorrow night I will sleep the sleep of the dead.

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