It's all in the wrist.

The move went well and I am safely ensconced in my new casa.  It has been a lot of work, but hey, it's called "Moving" and setting up a new place is always fun.  This one has been relatively easy, but still exhausting.  Everything is in and finding the right spots.  Last night I slept in one of the other bedrooms and boy, did it feel right.  Oh, and I have already cut the lawn... it is probably 1/100th of the one I just cut for the last time last week.  It will take a week or so to make the outside presentable, but it's a start.  The downstairs is really looking fine.  Pics in a bit.

Of course, there has to be some drama.  Fifteen minutes before the whole move started, I managed to fall and do a number on my wrist... and hip...and head..... and maybe I broke a rib.  Perfect!  I have never broken a bone and I thought I had this time, but I am a typical male, you know, a moron, so I just plunged on.  Got some good advice from M & S, wrapped it and iced it and two three days later, here's what a wrist sprain looks like.

I like this shot because my hand covers up the entire back yard!

 

And I learned a new word, muñeca, wrist.