I pitched batting practice on Thursday. I moved the boy out of his third floor dorm on Friday. I moved my daughter from her third floor room and most of her furniture from her bedroom at the house yesterday. We have one more load to take today -- a few dishes and the bed. There are also a few more clothes in her college room.
I am sore. Those three words say so much, yet are so completely inadequate to describe the state of my body. It is a struggle to reach up to scratch my head. I have baseball practice this evening. There is no way on earth I will be able to throw a ball, forget batting practice. I hope I can at least hit infield.