I want to write. I really do. Instead, I've been moving boxes and just now giving up in favor of paper grocery bags & small trash bags. We're stuffing our cars and making a few trips down the road.
This morning, I bought room darkening curtains for all 'cause we're not staying up this late every night waiting for the sun to go down.
This morning, we wandered around a new farmer's market and met an adorbs dog named Louie (part chi-woo-woo -as we say - and part terrier).
This morning, I woke up with both cats hanging around in my room. They hadn't ventured upstairs until last night. It looks like they're getting over some of their new-home anxiety.
This morning, my daughter decorated her wall with decals, and it looks jammin'.
Right now, I'm sitting in a beach chair in an almost empty living room, poaching my own internet and putting off the return trip and another unloading process in the HEAT for a few more minutes. I'm also watching some baseball because n-o i-n-t-e-r-n-e-t a-t t-h-e n-e-w h-o-u-s-e. It's like 1996 all over again.
Thanks be that my job does not have me work outside all year round. It would test the strength of my soul.