Raking Leaves

On Sunday, I raked leaves in the backyard until my arms gave out (which took three hours). I walked four miles going from the backyard to the curb with a bedsheet full of leaves across my back like Santa. That pile out by the curb should be the eighth wonder of the world! It's Huge! Sunday, my arms hurt. Yesterday, my legs hurt. And today, both my arms and my legs hurt. At least it's only once a year, and there is a great deal of satisfaction in this particular chore, because it makes a visible difference, unlike a lot of chores.