I spent the better part of Sunday and Monday packing plants. One box is no big deal, but sixteen (the actual number I mailed) not only took forever1 but also left me sore, somehow.2 Also my face has decided to break out all of a sudden, so I'm getting that late-stage meth-addict look, which would be okay if I'd gotten the early-stage meth-addict euphoria as well, but I didn't, so I feel sort of cheated. This is admittedly hard to pin on the plant-packing, but since I'm already whining I'm going to throw it in anyway, 'cause who knows, it might be because of the plant-packing.
If the pattern from previous years holds, this was the roughest plant-mailing week I'll have this spring/summer, so I'm almost ready to get back to something like making "actual" blog posts, whatever those are.
2 (The title references the old joke, "I just flew in from [town] and boy are my arms tired.") However (surprise twist!), it's actually more my back than my arms.