I have Folder’s Shoulder, having folded 1800 leaflets in four hours last night. There is a fine line between when mindless manual labour is soothing to an unquiet mind and when it is overwhelmingly anxiety producing. Perhaps that moment occurs when you notice that there are still boxes to get through, and witching hour is approaching quickly.
Anyway, it was to help someone dear to me, so it wasn’t a chore. And he bought us pizza, which was just enough to negate my fokken tough gym session yesterday. Oh, and my wrist is sore from that absurd ball-push-up thingee I told you about in the previous post. Bah!
I am the ONLY person at work out of my office of six people. And I thought *I* was a mouse who like to play when boss people were away.