Saturday night we finished packing up the odds and ends to move upstairs. I reluctantly agreed to head out to dinner (instead of ordering pizza) and we left the house around 8:30 to grad a bite and catch the tail end of the fireworks. Sunday morning, I woke up with a sore stomach and rested on the couch for a few hours before we began hauling the rest of the furniture upstairs. My sore stomach turned into a full blown stomach bug which was not a pretty experience. Moving furniture while feeling deathly ill did not make for a pleasant Sunday. But, we got it done.