Monday Morning Musings

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After spending the weekend helping our daughter finish her packing and move, we will return to the old place today and help her clean it. The move went well as did the unpacking, she may in fact be finished with that this morning - or almost finished.

Me, though...I am getting too old for this kind of work - I ache from neck to heel - all that bending over to pack, lift, unpack....not the way I usually use these support muscles. And, I'm still recovering from the lower back injury a few weeks ago. I really need to see a massage therapist and a chiropractor...sigh. A day of rest (tomorrow) and I should be fine.

After cleaning the old place my week will take a different turn. I have a reflection to write for the WordsMatter workshop. On Thursday I fly to Seattle and on Friday this long anticipated workshop will take place.  We finish on Sunday and I fly back on Monday.....

But also on Thursday I get to meet two of my long time RevGal Pals RevSS and Barbara! Whoohoo!!!

That's my week, what about yours?

Comments

Mary Beth said…
your poor body. I, too, am lately aware of mine not responding the way it once did. ouch! :( I wish I could be there to at least rub where you tell me it hurts, though I am no massage therapist.

taking a vacation day today, partly for the RevGals retreat. first: Jazzercise. It has to help. Doesn't it? :)
11/29/2010 9:41 AM
Diane M. Roth said…
got a big week ahead after a couple of days off (not enough). preparing for leading Advent worship, funeral on Thursday, preaching this weekend, and trying to get over a cold...
11/29/2010 8:54 PM
Terri said…
Mary Beth - I hope the Advent retreat went well. I was working all day helping my daughter settle in her move - and looking forward to seein you this weekend!

Diane - I hope you rest and get well.
11/29/2010 9:46 PM
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