We’re having company later this week, so I thought I would hide some of the moving boxes we have sitting in our living room (the first flush of the work to come!). I, ahem, had a bit of trouble lifting the boxes onto the freezer, and, in addition to worrying that that meant the boxes were closer to 80 pounds than the 70 they’re supposed to be, I thought, “Oh, no! Has living in England made me soft? Or is getting closer to professordom made me feeble? How on earth are we going to move house this summer if I can’t carry my beloved book collection?”
Maybe I’ll need to invent some games in which I pick up the kids (33 and 43 pounds) more often, just to get me in shape for the move. Sad, but perhaps quite entertaining for them.