By that I mean the Mack trucks.
They came through my bedroom last night.
Which means I've been pushing myself too hard the last little while.
Last week was a rough one.
Too much running back and forth to the city without adequate rest time between trips.
So now, my body is making me rest.
It's giving me no options.
Fortunately, I don't have to make the trip to the city for physio today (therapist is away this week).
Today I will sit and read.
And rest.
And recuperate.
I'll do the same thing tomorrow if necessary.
Thursday, my massage therapist will be here and she will work out the kinks.
Then, all will be right with my world again.
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