Last weekend Cooper and I moved into our new apartment during the record breaking heat wave. Unfortunately, that weekend was the only time we had available to cart all of our crap so it was “move it or lose it” as they say. I don’t think I was prepared for the physical exhaustion required during the move. Cooper was an animal in getting stuff packed, loaded and unloaded, but I turned into a meek little turd who couldn’t even handle lifting a feather. The tipping point was on Sunday, at 3:00pm. After having trekked to Home Depot, Ikea, and Target we then went back to the old place to take another load. It was hot, I hadn’t slept well the night before, I was dehydrated. I looked at a pile of stuff on the floor and the thought of trying to move it made me nauseous. So I took a seat on the couch, drank a little water, and attempted to gear up some energy to tackle that pile of stuff. I got up to try and be of a bit of help, but again the sight of that pile made me nauseous. I went back to the couch and ended up napping. Yup, I napped. My mouth was open, I had a good drool going. I napped. Who does that? Cooper was also in pain and I am sure would have loved to take it easy on the couch, but he is one of those special beings who has the mental power to keep going even when you don’t want to. My hope is to grow up to be like him (in female form) someday. It may take a bit of weight lifting and numerous psychiatric sessions, but I will get there. Oh yes, I will get there.