Last day before the movers come tomorrow morning. I feel achey all over, my throat is sore, and my head hurts. I think I may have developed "situational hypochondria".
It will be nice to move - correct that, it will be nice to be moved in.
They say (I wonder who "they" are) when you feel like I do today, that I am under the weather. More likely, I would like to be hiding undersomething to avoid the work.
By Sunday everything will be done - hurray!