What a week, and what a day…moving, as exciting as the end result may be, is still an act of self imposed insanity. I cannot believe how many boxes we have packed and taken up to my parent’s living room (which has, most of this last year, been used as a “storage locker” for some move or another)… I have another full van load to take up first thing in the morning – and the sad part is that (guessing here) we’ve probably got at LEAST 2-3 more loads. Fortunately, once they’re all there, it’ll be a single UHaul load.
Which reminds me, I need to call UHaul and reserve a truck. Hm. That’d be a good one not to forget again.
I’m so stinkin’ tired, my body is protesting sitting upright to write this. However, I know that if I don’t blog on a regular basis the world will stop spinning on it’s axis, birds will fall from the sky like stones, fish will fly (as will pigs…), and this sneeze I’ve developed from so much dust will propel me into space for all eternity.
Which might be ok for some, but there’s no way I’m going to be the reason for the end of Earth as we know it.
So today was hectic, as I had to cover the afternoon at the store – nothing like not being able to find anyone to cover things for an afternoon…. My mom was gonna cover (she’s one of our employees) but she awoke (after being here until midnight last night helping us pack) with a nasty migraine that made her physically ill – so that obviously wouldn’t work. So I covered. Oh well, it was a good break from packing.
And now, at 9:36pm, I’m going to go take a hot shower (I’m soaking wet from carting load after load of boxes to the van in the pouring rain) and crawl into bed. I need to do some introspective art journaling, I think. That and curl up in Janene’s arms and fall asleep. There is, I think, no greater comfort. And yes, I’ll proudly admit that sometime’s I need to be on the receiving end of comfort instead of the giving end.