I feel like the rock monster in The Neverending Story who kept looking down at his hands and saying, "They used to be such big, strong hands," only I'm saying, "They used to be such nice, soft hands." I need industrial strength lotion.
If you haven't heard "Bale Out," find it on Youtube. It's a necessity of life.
My cup of coffee is empty which is damn near a crime at this godawful time of the morning.
The only huge things I'll need to move out after today is my desk, bed, and chair. Fun times. Oy!