Ouch!

I don't think I've ever been this sore in my life. I don't want to move my body much at all. I feel like all the muscles in my chest have been flayed, soaked in gasoline, and then lit. Even though I'm so sore, I offered to help Jon move his mom, so that's what I'll be doing tonight and tomorrow. Shit. At least Jon will find my grimaces amusing over the next couple of days; at least I can offer some entertainment. Western Oklahoma, here I come.