...what a change.

I'm back home. No, I'm not really happy about it. Despite my tiring visit to her majesty, Princess Josi's, Imah insists upon renovating our place.  I used to be good at moving furniture around, but I'm just getting older--and I'm tired (and I haven't been exercising regularly since that week I spent sick with fever--about three weeks ago).

Needless to say, I'm out of shape. My back is killing me, my right arm looks like a savage wildcat got ahold of it, and my left arm (my precious left arm) was strained by a mercilessly heavy piece of furniture. At least my precious left hand is unharmed--so far.

Imah had me move some more dressers today--unfortunately, she measured incorrectly and they won't fit in their new places. So, I took off all the stuff on top of them, removed their drawers, moved them into their new positions, etc. for nothing! She SO owed me that root beer float (yes, Imah, I thank you.)

That isn't the worst of it. Oh no--there's more. I will enjoy no rest next week either because two of my nephews are coming. Oh joy.  Ah well, it's a good thing they're boys. I can vent by swinging them around and slamming them into the sofa (they love that). It's just so...tiring. Argh!

Smile, girl--just smile. Please, Father, don't let her get the urge to change the furniture around again! It was okay when I was younger--but this is taking years off my precious life!

Oh, that reminds me. I'm almost finished with another chapter of my precious novel. I'm considering making the chapters shorter from now on--it's a bit complicated to explain. I'm so happy! The End is in sight! Then, I can begin vol. 2!! (yes, Josi, that means: Evelyn!!)

Signing out,
Agent Ashyra