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puny
Bought a gorgeous new sectional couch that just got delivered today. It’s steel grey/blue with about eighty pillows and buttons sewn in for a retro appeal, and a chaise on the side that is to die for. In fact, from the moment it was delivered until now, my ass hasn’t left the chaise. I am in love.
Here was a startling moment of my day that put things into a bit of perspective for me…. So while the couch is being delivered, these two small (and surprisingly strong) young men were breaking their backs to maneuver it, lift it, push it. My only job, my ONE job, was to stand in the corner of the elevator with the finger of my choice pressed to the “open” button. Would you believe that while guy #2 is staggering into the elevator with the second half of my sectional (twice as tall as he is, by the way) strapped to his back and forehead like they do in National Geographic magazines, I am standing with my finger still on the elevator button, thinking - Man, I’m tired. My forearm hurts.
I need to work out more.