Light Me Up!

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!