Ough

This morning my knee decided to randomly crap out on me again. Then I carried one (1) not very heavy box from the car to my new place, a total of maybe thirty steps. Now, obviously, I'm paying for my hubris. Plus, my dad's heat pack is mysteriously missing. Last time I had pain this bad I never would have made it without the microwaveable heat pack. And my hot water battle is one of the few things that are still at the old apartment.

So here I am, all ready for Yom Kippur, days away from finally moving into my new home, and all I can think about is "Ow, ow, ow." I wanted to do some brain-searching, but I'm not sure I have the cognitive resources to play Sim ghost hunters. :(