I am sore today because I decided to totally ignore Friday the 13th and worked with machinery. So, okay, the steam cleaner had picked up FISHING LINE at the very last suck of basement cleaning a couple of days ago AND NOBODY KNEW IT. Of course I knew it after I had toted it up to the porch and unknowingly pulled more and more fishing line off the reel . . . and when I turned it on, it sucked it all in and stopped.
It took me one and half hour to get it fixed, but fortunately perseverance prevailed and water got sucked back up and the rug got cleaner.
Then, high on my success, I mowed the yard. Nothing bad happened.
But last night I was tired and stiff and this morning I am stiffer. Maybe I should take a couple shots of single malt scotch and feel lubricated – although I’d still be a stiff.
Decisions.