I'm patiently (not so) waiting for a call that the place I bought my new-to-me kitchen cabinets from is on their way to deliver them. I noticed as I stumbled out of bed this morning and stiffly walked down the hall that I'd gotten a pretty good work out painting yesterday. I'm not sure if there is a muscle group that isn't aching today! Real life work outs are the best- I can't count how many squats I did while painting around the floor boards, and the stretches were like primal yoga as I painted the ceiling. Today, I wait, and if time allows, make the hour and a quarter trek to the new house and paint some more. Update- cabinet man just called and said they won't be delivered until after 1pm. Now I can pinterest all morning while my achy joints relax into one solid mass of "ow". Yay! :)