Ugh!

On August 2, Becky is moving in.  I've cleaned out the garage/rec room.  Can't believe the amount of crap that was stored in there.  Last thing to go will be the piano.  I'm still pissed over that, but Michelle is taking it and it smooths out my ruffled feathers a little.  She has fond memories of her and Sharon playing it.  Not sure we can get everything done, but we can only wait and see.  I'm too old to be moving...every bone in my body hurts.  Also I'm very resentful that I have to go through this yet again.  Today, life sucks, hopefully tomorrow that will change.  Perhaps I'll find something fun to do and my mood will improve.  I don't want to be around people because I don't want to bring them down.  Dear God, please help!