I have 10 minutes to write this. I meet friends who are graciously helping me pick up rouge boxes from an old residence before I work tonight. And I work tomorrow after doing laundry and packing up the kitchen and taking apart furniture. In between today and tomorrow, I get to pop into a BBQ, that is, if it's still going on at 10pm tonight when I wearily wander out of work.
Tomorrow is Dining Out For Life - which benefits research for HIV/AIDS. Local restaurants donate a portion of their proceeds to the fundraising efforts. We'll be busy. I'll be going crazy. I'll be worrying I won't be able to properly say goodbye to my brothers or my friends, some of which I still haven't seen in these last 6 weeks here back home.
Friday I ride my bike to Uptown, pick up keys, drop off wheels, load up the moving van w/ a mattress I get from awesome Julie Kate care of the wonder of Minneapolis contacts. After that Joel and I load up the van and clean up his apartment. I guess we'll be sleeping on the floor boards tomorrow night.
And Saturday, dear Saturday, we wake up bright and early to drive to Chicago. We'll bring change for the toll booths - which aren't rounded to the nearest quarter, but require nickles and dimes as well. Saturday night is pretty Ms. Jolene's birthday. Sunday. We rest.
I'm excited. But also kicking myself for being so silly as to work the last few days before I move. Last October I regretted it. This time I do too. When will I learn my lesson? I guess next time? Please remind me to never, EVER, work the 72 hours before I move out of a city.
Or just hire me an assistant to do all the dirty work for me. That seems to work for many people.
Wish me luck!
Wishing you.... luck. For whatever you are tackling this week.
Love love love,
K.
13 hours ago

2 comments:
Hey lady! I hope you're tackling everything like the (cute) bulldog I know you are, and I miss you already!
Good luck!
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