eurydicebound

It's Memorial Day weekend. My paper is still in progress, though I'm up to about page 26 now. My kiddos are with me which means I'm not going to get much if any work done this weekend -- it's all got to be done before then or else after they go to bed.

The boys' room has to be cleaned out this weekend while they're here with me. I have boxes with which to start packing. That reminds me, I need to call and see if David will be home at all this weekend for the dropping off of stuff, or if that has to wait. I'll be satisfied with getting it packed, but getting it moved would be ten times better.

I had a scare with my moving truck... turns out things have gone from having it all day Monday to four hours on Monday, as it would be illegal according to city ordinance for them to unhook the commercial trailer in front of a residence. Instead we get a 4-hour window in which to load all my stuff (looks like from 8 AM to 12 Noon on Monday morning), with an $80 fee per hour we go over. If I can get everything packed and in place, that four hours should be plenty -- after all it's basically a 1-bedroom apt worth of stuff we have to load. If I rent a couple of moving dollies we should be able to get it up and gone in fairly short order, which means I'm saved the extra $200 I would have spent for a street permit that wouldn't do me any good anyway.

I'm past a lot if the anxiety. Not all, but a lot. It'll hit me after the fact too, mind you, but I've come to terms with most of the decisions I've made and now I'm starting to feel brief flashes of excitement. It's a good thing. Now if I can just finish this paper...