I’m a day late posting yesterday’s weigh in stats because we’re getting ready for company.

We had to move my husband’s overgrown office to a roomy upstairs loft and set up a guest room. After the first 10 boxes or so, I felt like a Biggest Loser contestant competing in a challenge. After the next 10 or so, I felt old and stiff. This morning I feel like a recovering accident victim. Where have all these screaming muscles been all these years?

Now that everything is shuffled around and the guest bed is set up, today is earmarked for heavy-duty cleaning. Ibuprofen is my new bff.