Ugh. This weekend has one theme: packing up. I fully admit to the panic attack I had earlier (and am sort of still having) today. I’m incapacitated by the sheer volume of stuff that has to come to our apartment next weekend. Good grief.🤦🏻♀️
I’m going to keep this one short. The weird rash on my leg is gone. Thank goodness.
My back is still a mess. I’m tired and sore and wish I could clone myself but have her be strong, wide awake, not sore, and completely confident about where everything will go in the new place. That would be awesome.
The past week has been a blur of office visits, donation trips, a graduation, a first visit with family I haven’t seen since before lockdown. It was awesome. And, as if all of that wasn’t enough, we also found an amazing new home for “Darlene,” my Singer dressform.
I think I have to leave it there for now. I’m exhausted and have barely accomplished anything today. 😬
I’m off to the kitchen to continue deciding what’s getting donated (hello mugs and plates we haven’t used in……???? I literally don’t remember some of this stuff). Keep a good thought for us, we’re going to need it. 🤦🏻♀️
Peace and painlessness,
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