It's the end of November and all the Fall and Thanksgiving stuff must be packed away. But I woke up today stiffer and as sore, both arms, as the day I fell. Took a hot shower, an antihistamine to deal with my cough----I literally coughed all night---and spent some quality couch time and I'm feeling a bit better. My arms are less stiff, but I'm still coughing enough to make it into the final act of Camille.
Mac brought me down a tub that I store most of the stuff in and I'm on my way, whisking about doing my imitation of a one-armed paper hanger.
Christmas is coming and I must not be stopped or slowed by mere human frailty.