Blogging the move…
June 22nd, 2005I didn’t *actually* wind up moving anything yesterday. Probably that was a smart thing, but I’m starting to feel the pressure weigh on me. I have a LOT to move and not nearly as much time as it feels like.
The apartment is almost clean and, as I start to slowly move the non-essentials over and change things around, I’m starting to realize that my planned layout may not work *quite* as well as I had hoped. That’s fine, though, I am far too tired to actually stress over minor things like figuring out what goes where.
Two flights of stairs, many boxes of books, heat and bad knees. This just makes me TIRED. Oh gods, so tired. FyreSpawn and I worked ourselves sweaty and exhausted, but I don’t feel like we got all that much done. There is so much more to do. I must attempt to recruit strapping young (or whatever) boys (or girls, but probably I’ll have better luck with boys).
I’ve got my stepfather’s truck on Sunday, so hopefully I can get Chaos to help me move the stuff from Mom’s house… get it the hell out of her basement and regain access to boxes of books and to things I never should have taken for granted.
Right now, though, all I can think about is how comfortable my bed looks, how much I want to shower and how the bathtub is calling my name… “Fyyyyyyyyrrrreeee…. fyyyyyyyyyyyrrrrrreee….” Oh yeah, let me wash off some of the aftermath of what I already did.
