Ah, That's Why It Hurts...
I'm sitting here this morning noticing that the muscles where my arms attach in front are sore and I'm trying to figure out what I did. I didn't move enough heavy boxes around Marcon to cause this.
And then I realize that I drove north on I-65 on Sunday night through several hours of nasty, tornado-producing thunderstorms. With a death grip on the steering wheel.
Ok, that makes sense.