There is no way in hell I'm gonna make my self imposed date of 7-15 for moving out of the old house. Not even close. And I'm killing myself doing it. Implications that I am a member of the undead at work are starting to be made. In an effort to de-zombify, a great deal of effort is planned to be outsourced to people with more physical prowess than myself in trade for money.
I think this is a good idea.
It shall be made so.
Now to take painkillers and rearrange t1 circuits. How I roll.