It's getting down to the end, which is a good thing since I think I ran out of rope yesterday. I need thoughts or prayers or vibes or whatever you happen to do. This moving business isn't pretty. I shipped a bunch of boxes this morning and then this afternoon I sold the car. I was expecting to cry on the way back to the apartment, but nothing so far. Then again, I got some excellent financial news earlier this week (not the Social Security yet-- looks like that's going to take some more fighting), and I think my response was, "OK." I'm just so overwhelmed, so tired, in so much physical pain, that there's no room for anything else.
Also this morning, I drove a 12 ft moving truck for the first time. Yay me! I felt very grown up for getting it from the rental place to my apartment about 2 miles away without causing any property damage or killing anyone. If I never have to do that ever again it will be perfectly all right with me. But now that I've done it once, I know I can do it again if I have to. Good knowledge to have.
Tomorrow morning first thing the movers come to put all the stuff in the truck. Then I have a handful of minor errands to run, and then in the afternoon I can check in at the hotel. Keep your fingers crossed that I make it that long. I want to get to the hotel, take a shower (the shower thing is particularly important to me at this moment, because I'm sweaty and grubby and I know I will be again by then), and then I want to just chill out and maybe take a nap for a while. Tomorrow evening I pick up my brother and his friend at the airport. Get a good night's sleep (I hope). And Saturday morning I get up, pick up the cat at the vet's, and head to the airport for my own flight. I'm fantasizing about the moment when I get through security and I can buy myself a bottled water and take a pain pill. That sounds bad. But right now I hurt. And I can't take a pain pill because they make me too fuzzy to drive safely. So I just keep slogging and thinking about that pill. I'm going to sit on that airplane-- first class, of course, because that's how I roll-- open my copy of Maybe This Time that I've been saving for the flight, and then probably fall fast asleep.
As long as I can make it that far.
Edit: Starting at midnight tonight I'll be going radio silent for about 48 hours or so. It's the move-- no internet access. But I'll be back in a few days to tell you how it all went and how many chapters of MTT I managed to read before the drooling and snoring started. (That's not a slam on Jenny's books. If they were dull I wouldn't read them. It's just a measure of how completely exhausted I am.) So anyway, back in a few, with less boring moving stories and maybe even a review or two!