Adventures in Moving
We moved and we didn't get a cat. It is a little stressful to have moved from our cozy burrow to a large light-filled space that's not completely clean and stuffed with half-open boxes everywhere. It will be beautiful once we clean it up, but that's taking a lot of work. And we can't even find the coffeemaker.
The move involved some family drama, a lot of lifting and loading, and one can of anti-bee spray (there's a very active nest in the corner of the house, three people have been stung.) On the last load, I was following a moving truck when I noticed the door was open. And then I noticed it was our moving truck! Stopping at the next red light I turned the panic button on and ran and slammed the door closed. And got a terrific blood blister on my index finger.
I haven't had a minute to return a friend's phone call. I go to sleep completely exhausted at night. Yesterday I even went to the gym with D and ran (I wanted to run, which really surprised me). Then I really wanted to have some time just cuddling with Michael so I stayed up as awake as late as I could, barely hanging on until he came home, and after not enough time of being close, I went to get into bed and dove headfirst into the hard wood table at the head of it. He was a darling and brought me an icepack. I fell asleep holding the ice pack and he got up, put it away, and watched over me through the night. This morning, I found that I have a big bump on my forehead that sears like Harry Potter's scar.
The same thing had happened three years ago, almost to the day, when I was laughing with a friend.
The bump is in the same spot, right over a scar on my forehead. I'm freaking fabulous.
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