Let's pretend that this is the 1950's right now, okay? So when I say, "Oh golly gee, that last week of moving sure was tough!!!" You can translate that right over into whatever strong language you so choose.
I feel ya, buddy, I really do.
So, in theory, we're all moved in. Theoretically. There are boxes everywhere, dog and cat fur is permeating all the things, and I barely have enough clean outfits unpacked to last through the weekend. But really, I could care less. The thought of unpacking is so unpleasant right now that I just can't even contemplate it, let alone tackle it. I need another day or two. And maybe a few more bottles of wine.
Oh, and a fun thing? I'm running a half marathon tomorrow. Yup. A week after moving. I am out of my mind. But really, I am.
I registered for the Georgetown to Idaho Springs Half way back in February. It was meant to be a redemption from last year. I initially decided to pull out due to financial reasons, but literally 2 days ago decided that I would suck it up and do it. I have a 14 mile run scheduled for that day anyway, so ot just makes sense to do it on a safe, sanctioned course that I have already paid to run on. The 2 hour drive each way is kind of going to suck, though, since we didn't reserve a hotel this year... Again, I am no longer sane. I must have breathed in something toxic during moving or something.
How is your Friday going? Big plans for the weekend?