knees hurt

[dragonlady7]

My knees are so sore today. Probably because I stood for eight hours at work, then for another six at home doing chores. On top of the eight yesterday plus one shopping plus two chores. I spend too much time on my feet but too little time exercising, of late. It's bothering me more because I probably overused most of those little ligaments whilst driving 12 hours nonstop with no cruise control the day before yesterday.
My new-to-me car has no cup holders, have I mentioned this? This is tragic and I don't know what to do about it. I need to do something about it. I don't know what yet.

I should be asleep. I have to get up around six to get the rest of my stuff packed, and my car packed. I'm annoyed with my middle-little sister, who has about fifteen large boxes of shit in my attic: I am going to see her tomorrow night, for the first time in about ten or eleven months, and she has been saying for literally months that she's going to call me and go through the boxes in the attic with me over the phone so I know what to bring with me to Mom and Dad's, which she'll then go through and take back with her to CO. I emailed her last week, letting her know when I was leaving. I texted her two days ago, letting her know she only had two days left. I texted her this morning to let her know that she had better tell me by this evening, as I was loading the car tonight. Finally tonight at 8pm I texted her to let her know she had missed the deadline, I couldn't wait any longer, and I was just picking some random shit to bring. I finished up what I was doing. Then I went up and spent an hour sorting through shit in the attic, which I've already sorted through once, and moved out of the middle of the attic so that I could still use my guest-bedroom up there. (I had intended to insulate and finish the second floor, but I can't, since it's full of shit; I was going to thin out and get rid of my shit, but there's really no point since I can't really throw her shit out too.)

As I was schlepping a very heavy box of her stuff down the stairs, my phone rang. It was her. 11pm Eastern time, four hours after I told her I'd be loading the car. She then proceeded to not really be sorry, and to chatter my ear off about her problems. I finally said "Look, I was waiting for you to call before I loaded the car; now I'm about four hours behind schedule and have to go right this minute to finish so I can get at least a couple of hours of sleep before I go to work. Tell me all about your stupid roommate I've always hated tomorrow, when we see one another; right now is the worst possible time. Goodbye."

I have way too much to do, though, and have been rushing around for about the last week without a break, so I'm giving up. I keep thinking I have time, and doing stupid things-- I cleaned out the Prius, dusted/washed the inside, and then washed the outsides of both cars this afternoon, and started a batch of mead, and made a relatively elaborate dinner (to use up some ingredients that would to bad in the fridge), and I don't know why I just wasted all that time. Oh well. I did get the laundry done and the dishes done and most of the packing done, but I had hoped to not only clean the car but also clean the bedroom while Z was gone. Maybe if I'd had a day off...

All right, i think I've unwound enough to go to bed. For a couple hours, anyway. Looks like I've got about 5. We'll see how that goes.

Comments

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can solve one problem for you! Temp solution, anyway. For the nonexistent cup holders: get one of those cardboard four-cup holders from McD's or Dunkin Donuts and cram it between the two front seats.
Good luck with the drive...