Jack of Harts

I did some more clearing this weekend. Did bits and pieces all week to get to the point where I could do some major clearing. Moving furniture and the like. The friends I asked were all busy so I did it alone the old fashioned way. Empty the furniture and move one piece at a time. Half way through the process, my asthma lungs decided they were done. When I’m not breathing anymore, I generally consider that nature’s way of telling me to slow down. But I was not done. So I took a couple hits of my inhaler, my lungs started working again, and so did I. Got it done great. Woke up the next morning and realized I should have slowed down. Every muscle hurt. Moving hurt. Not moving hurt. And everything takes longer to do. I need sleep. Uffda.