The Movement You Need

Something's up with my right shoulder and arm. I suspect it has to do with the heavy shovelful of dirt I picked up to throw onto my mother's grave, as the tradition sort of demands. I couldn't sleep very well at all last night, so I was grateful for one more day of no work. I just want this arm to feel better, as I have to go into NJ to help my brother pack up Mom's room at the long-term care center on Tuesday. In the meantime I'm mainlining ibuprofen and making liberal use of the heating pad, as Mom would have wanted.