Beaten up and beaten down

Apparently Blogger doesn't like my browser. So sorry to have offended you, Blogger. My son tells me that Blogger is Googles unsupported bastardized child and not to exert more than that. I'm trying but I apparently have larger issues than I originally thought. I once read a quote that has really rang true recently. If u grow up expecting that others will have the same heart as you do. You will be sorely disappointed. And.... I am. I've been in the massive physical pain the last two eeeks. I can't seem to get on top of it and get any relief. I'm now about a month into my couch surfing time waiting for the new place to be ready. I know most of the worst is behind me but it's so hard to get excited about going through the move to take place. I finally saw my storage unit yesterday. It was a rather large unit and packed to the gills. Last night I was ice cold, frozen all night. Today it's so stuffy and I can't rest at all. I would die for some of my art supplies. Yesterday all I really wanted was some paint and brushes