Dale and I had a long day yesterday. We drove to Moscow early in the morning. Helped our daughter Julie pack and clean and move and clean and move and clean and move ... you get the idea.
I like those kinds of days. Hours together in the car, talking and laughing. Good hard work. Time with our daughter. Interesting food. More hard work. And home with aching muscles at the end of the day. It's the kind of day that lets you know you're alive, all your parts are working the way they should, there is love in your family, we're all willing to help each other.
Yet the following day ... ouch! Those muscles hurt!
So today? Yes. I think I'll pace myself.
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