Covid Crazies, Caves, & Kettlebells

Just weeks before the November post was due, I received some shocking news: due to emergency reconstruction work, all tenants on the west side of our apartment building had to move out by November 15. The news came with an upside: management would pay our moving expenses, relocate us to a lovely building a few blocks away, and compensate us for our grief. The blow remained a bitter one: I'd just moved in April and had succeeded in building a comfortable cave. Still, I had a choice of a half-dozen apartments--one of which rang all my bells. It was a top floor unit with a view and gorgeous hardwood floors. And the promised compensation would help pave the way to the knee replacement surgery I hope to have early next year. So, despite a raging virus and election madness everywhere and a surge in Covid Craziness, I set out to prove the basics I've preached in this blog.  While working, writing, and working out, I planned my move, packed my stuff into 29 green Frog Boxes, found a mo...