As this is posting, Greg is handling the final details of vacating our old house. It took a week and a half to clean that house suitably–a sure sign that the house was too ridiculously large in the first place.
Oh, well. The me of today is not the me of two years ago.
Unfortunately, my shoulder wasn’t completely better yesterday despite being done with the steroids, and an hour medfitation, half an hour sitting and discussing a book, and over three hours of climbing around cleaning house last night have reinjured my shoulder. Could be a different injury: I still have the jerky rotation, but my shoulder burns and there’s an inconsistent tingly feeling down my arm, both of which are new. My range of motion’s no worse, though.
(As a practical question, I’d love ideas on how to meditate if I can’t sit upright or lie down without a lot of pain.)
So I’m basically one-handed today, which is the bee’s bum. I did eat a tasty, locally-grown smoked porkchop for dinner last night, though.