My chief complaint today? I don't want to go to work. Why? Because the kitchen STINKS and I'd rather take care of it now than after having to commute. And I need to unpack, but the washing machine is broken and no one can get here to look at it until tomorrow. I threw out the river clothes, boots included. They weren't bad. They held up well against what I put them through, but they held me back in the muck and water and I never want them on my feet again. I'm bruised and sore, but I did nothing but eat and rest yesterday, so I'm in decent functioning shape. I'm not going to help anyone move today, but I can go to work and then come home and clean the kitchen with only mild complaint. I'm still shaken and having trouble sleeping, but I don't anticipate any triggers to be at work. Being responsible sucks.
I'm blessed to have the friends I have. (((((HUGS)))))
tired
*hugs*