I participated in my first move in several years this weekend. There was a time when I moved more often than I went out to eat. Lately though, there has been a welcome reprieve. However, an opportunity came up this weekend that I could not refuse: my sister was moving into her first house. I know from experience that this is a wonderfully exciting time and I just had to be there. Unfortunately for me, it is now the “day after”, and I find myself short about a month’s worth of enthusiasm. Despite the aches and pains, the lumber in my step, the creak in my bones – I wouldn’t have had it any other way. The only way it could have been better is if I was the one moving into a new house. Ah, but that would mean that I would have to move. Come to think of it, no thanks.