Taking It Easy

Taking it easy isn't easy when you want to be packing up your house. Not surprisingly, I've strained my back with all the leaning at awkward angles and lifting heavy stuff that I've been doing. So now I need to lay off and stop lifting stuff and leaning over for a bit if I want to stop aggravating it. That's harder than it seems. The house it half packed and I want so badly to make it all packed that I can barely resist leaning over and lifting stuff.
For the moment I am resisting, but I am tired of reading the novel that has been helping me rest. I don't feel like writing in my story. Whine, whine. Sigh.
I could, of course, apply to some jobs. Go for a long walk? I've been laying around a bunch this afternoon being to lazy to cook any kind of real meal eating a bagel then some trail mix when the rumbling in my tummy distracted me too much from the imaginary world that I am engrossed in. I hate it when I do that. I know better...
Pause. Go make some food.
I have eaten a nice bowl of black beans and Yumm sauce now.  So I've wised up enough to stop being hungry but I don't want to sleep. I'm not really writing much of a blog entry am I? No I'm more just talking to myself.
What to do... what to do...