moving marginally managed
We moved this weekend, consolidating two apartments into one. Sort of. I don’t remember it being this hard before. Of course, we chose the first weekend to break 90 degrees to do it, and our apartment has not one, but two sets of narrow, twisting stairs. There were bumps and bruises on me, the walls, the banister (which Chris deftly disassembled after we firmly wedged the boxspring into the stairwell. And I mean firmly. I almost received a double mastectomy). For three days I have worked until collapse and then kept going. It’s so hot I haven’t yet cooled off and I am sitting in my air conditioned office at the university in the least amount of clothing decency will allow. I am also on the verge of complete collapse. So far this morning I have poured coffee into the keyboard of the laptop, forgotten my wallet at home and realized this only after placing an order at Starbucks (God bless those kind baristas), tripped several times in my heels and re-injured my knee (moving injury), mailed a letter without postage (I think), and cried. I think a nervous breakdown from sheer exhaustion, stress, the pressure of the past year is on the horizon. MMMM, fun. At least I can sense it coming.