With the children away for the weekend, I thought I would take that time to move over some of our belongings to the new place. My body, however, had something else in mind.

It never fails that when you need to get something done and are rushing to do so that you somehow end up doing more damage than good. I awoke this morning tired and achy. My throat sore. My muscles lacking the workout they so desperately need.

My massage therapist told me today that she could feel the stress throughout my body. The session was painful at times but a necessary pain. The pain signifying a need to slow down. As was with the last move in May when I got pneumonia less than two weeks before my move. Ten more days, I tell myself. Then I can start to slow down and return to somewhat of a normal routine. Whatever normal is.