Apparently I am still out of shape. I moved about 6 of those Rubbermaid containers to the basement yesterday, and a couple of them were pretty heavy. The rest, I moved out to the front room of the house to prepare for transferring them to where I'll be living for the next couple months.

Last night, I had a lot of trouble sleeping. I was tired, but something was keeping me awake, and I couldn't quite figure out what it was. This morning, I sat up in bed and checked my e-mail just before my alarm went off, and while I was still tired, I had fought for half an hour to get back to sleep.

I got done checking my e-mail, and went to step out of bed. CRASH! My lower legs were so sore and cramped up that I fell to my knees. When I finally got back on my feet, it took me four times as long to get out to the kitchen as it normally would.

I took a hot shower, which helped some, but I'm still having a fair bit of trouble standing and walking. Right now, I've got my feet propped up on one of the remaining storage containers, and I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get around and about today.

So, call me Mr. Hob-a-long; I'm going to try to get the rest of my junk stuffed into this last box and get my laundry done.