"And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake..."
Yep, I'm stiff and sore this morning. But I have time to go into greater detail.
Saturday morning I got up relatively early. Gaming had been called off, but I had plans to be packing things. Then I get informed the carpet will be installed "first thing Monday morning." Oof. Suddenly, I have a deadline. Everything I own must be moved by the end of the weekend - either to a storage unit we're renting or the "guest bedroom" that's much smaller than my room. I went to work, but that came to a halt when the guy showed up to put the new window in up there. Mind you, he was supposed to be by Friday. *sigh* Well, I managed to spend some of the five hours or so he was working on things moving what was packed to storage. I had hoped to get in one more night in my own bed. No such luck, Susan wanted the bed in storage almost first thing. Oh well. I got online at about 8:30, I think and was passing out around 9. x.x
Sunday - more of the same. I got up and starting moving things before I would normally be at work. I took less than an hour to go out and have a decent breakfast. I took five minutes to eat a couple tacos for lunch. Other than that, I worked straight until a little after 8. But, finally, everything is stored and stowed. The upstairs which has been my bedroom and sanctuary of seven years is empty to the point of having an echo. After dinner and a shower (you would not believe the amount of dust I basked in through the weekend), I got in a little time online before calling it a night, but not much.
That brings us to Monday morning. I had intended to be asleep yet, but Susan's upstairs hammering away and trying to make the holes carved into the walls year ago into halfway respectable door/hatches. The carpet people aren't here yet, but heck, it's not even 8 in the morning. I feel some measure of relief, but I know I'm going to have to move everything *again* when I finally own a place. At least things are boxed and I've done my elimination of things I'm not keeping. Of course, my pickup bed is full of bags that need to go off to the dump - I'm hoping to accomplish that sometime today. In the more immediate future, I'll have to grab some breakfast and go out for the 9 am inspection of the condo. I pray everything looks okay. I don't want to start searching again.
Saturday morning I got up relatively early. Gaming had been called off, but I had plans to be packing things. Then I get informed the carpet will be installed "first thing Monday morning." Oof. Suddenly, I have a deadline. Everything I own must be moved by the end of the weekend - either to a storage unit we're renting or the "guest bedroom" that's much smaller than my room. I went to work, but that came to a halt when the guy showed up to put the new window in up there. Mind you, he was supposed to be by Friday. *sigh* Well, I managed to spend some of the five hours or so he was working on things moving what was packed to storage. I had hoped to get in one more night in my own bed. No such luck, Susan wanted the bed in storage almost first thing. Oh well. I got online at about 8:30, I think and was passing out around 9. x.x
Sunday - more of the same. I got up and starting moving things before I would normally be at work. I took less than an hour to go out and have a decent breakfast. I took five minutes to eat a couple tacos for lunch. Other than that, I worked straight until a little after 8. But, finally, everything is stored and stowed. The upstairs which has been my bedroom and sanctuary of seven years is empty to the point of having an echo. After dinner and a shower (you would not believe the amount of dust I basked in through the weekend), I got in a little time online before calling it a night, but not much.
That brings us to Monday morning. I had intended to be asleep yet, but Susan's upstairs hammering away and trying to make the holes carved into the walls year ago into halfway respectable door/hatches. The carpet people aren't here yet, but heck, it's not even 8 in the morning. I feel some measure of relief, but I know I'm going to have to move everything *again* when I finally own a place. At least things are boxed and I've done my elimination of things I'm not keeping. Of course, my pickup bed is full of bags that need to go off to the dump - I'm hoping to accomplish that sometime today. In the more immediate future, I'll have to grab some breakfast and go out for the 9 am inspection of the condo. I pray everything looks okay. I don't want to start searching again.
I hope the worst of it is passed... here's hoping the condo you want is good enough, and that things fall into place neatly for you. *snugs*
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