Yesterday in class I made a list of all the work and home things I want to get done this week. Eight for work, nine for home. Most relate to wrapping things up at work and getting ready for Portland.
I have been up since 6am, because apparently I'm old now and therefore incapable of sleeping in. It is now 3:43pm. I have done ONE THING on my list, and subsequently added about twelve more things. And done about six things that weren't on ANY list... And absolutely no TV was involved (well, except between 6:30-7am, when I watched a Buffy rerun on F/X during breakfast).
Finding time to do everyday normal things is hard enough. Imagine adding an interstate move... It's overwhelming.
On the upside, my allergies are back and I ran into a former coworker for the second weekend in a row, both of which cemented the thought that it's about time to get out of Dodge.
And on a totally unrelated note, the Parkway has joined the 21st century and now accepts credit cards. As when Trader Joe's switched from typing in prices to scanning items, this shift made me a little sad. There was something small-townish and charming about the prior situations. I know it's all about efficiency and the bottom line, but still...
Damn, I AM old.
Oh and also, I walked around the lake Sunday afternoon - WALKED, mind you, around the lake - and I'm still suffering from a pulled muscle behind my knee and shin splints. I literally groan every time I sit down, get up or walk up/down stairs.
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It only gets worse, Jen(n).
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