ONE DAY AT A TIME
Two days of work and my shoulders are killing me. Oy vey. Karin has promised to give me a massage tomorrow. She’s very good at it but she doesn’t do it long enough to stick. This week has been insane and it’s only Tuesday, god help me. HOLP! My mom and sister are in frazzled crazy mode, trying to get everything done before the Friday hand-the-keys-over deadline and I think their crazy has rubbed off on me, all the way from Michigan. We had a bad scare yesterday with Anders’ mom. The nurse called Anders’ sister mid-morning, who called him,...