When I got my job at Cooley, I said that I thought it would be neat to be on the ground floor of a new library – something that just doesn’t happen all that often these days. I didn’t realize that meant that I would be literally putting the books on the shelves. The books arrived on Tuesday, and I spent 14 hours between Thursday and Friday shelving. My hands are formed in leetle claws the shape of the ALR, though I’m sure my pain is nothing compared to my coworkers who were there all week.
On the bright side, I haven’t felt bad about not exercising because omg it hurts to move. On the not-so-bright side, that means I’ve been too sore to run during the rare November weekend in the 60s. Maybe today – if the Decennial Digests don’t beat me down.