Yeah. That's me. The life of the party. Got up around 8:30AM because some doofus started what sounded like hammering a tree outside my window. 10 minutes later, he stopped. Too late. He couldn't have waited just another half hour?
On the other hand, I finally got around to organizing the storage space. I moved the "salvageable boxes" (the ones to be used for next time - who seriously thinks about next time now?) to the area that's hardest to get to, and consolidated what's left of my boxes to be sorted later into one small corner. AKA: move the stuff that isn't going to be touched to where it takes effort to get to, and the stuff that I will be needing muchmuch sooner closer to the door. Now you can actually walk in there again. Incredible! Usable space! Whatever will they think of next?
Except that now I'm tired and in about 3 hours will be picked up by E & Z to go hanging out over their place in Providence. Good thing, too, since all three of the boys have taken off for the weekend and the internet is spotchy at best at the moment. I'd have been bored out of my gourd. Thank God for friends who have good music available.
But in the meantime, there is a significant need for a shower and some quality time alone with the quiet and my book. Get out the pillows and the quilt and I am in for a glorious few hours until good friends come to pick me up for some glorious (and much needed) hang out time. Can a weekend get much better?
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