This past week was both crazy and crazy-busy, and I'm about as worn out as one can be right now. Without putting anyone to sleep recapping the nitty-gritty, here are the highlights.
THE GOOD:
Finished Tess's bridesmaid shawl, narrowed down availabilty dates at the chapel, and made an appointment for next week to take a tour. Matt managed to get out of his lease early and has two months to move, which we started yesterday. Got new tires on my car and got the body properly aligned. Met Matt's dad's side of the family and ratcheted up our guest list by at least a dozen people. Worked out a lot, and wrote a little.
THE BAD:
Matt's uncle died, hence why I met the family. He'd been out of touch with that whole clan for several years now, so he wasn't planning on inviting them, but now of course they're back in touch and so they're all invited. They're very nice people and I'm happy to have them there, but man that's gonna hurt the budget. The car improvements were my mother's doing after hearing me complain conversationally about how my car shimmies over 65 mph and doing what she always does and deciding OMG it must be taken care of NOW and becoming very controlling about the whole thing, so now I'm indentured to her for another several hundred dollars, yay. Overdid it on the workouts, so now I'm very, very sore, and having to be the one to do all the carrying when we moved a van-load of Matt's things over yesterday didn't help. Ow. And Matt only got out of his lease after the crazy "Don't kiss in the parking lot!" leasing manager completely inappropriately went off on the nice lady who was looking to take over Matt's apartment for talking to him about it, thus scaring her off of the deal. But it worked out because she felt sufficiently bad for screwing him out of that deal that she found another renter to take over his lease and got a bunch of ridiculously exhorbitant fees waved as a mea culpa. Also, I wrote a very little. Oh, and there's the whole bit about no longer having a job. Which, relief, but my last day (Tuesday) was a lot sadder than I expected it to be, and also frustrating, what with my internet refusing to connect and let me say my goodbyes.
So today I'm forcing myself to take it easy and let my poor muscles and my frazzled emotions recover. It's a perfect day for it--rainy and chilly and I've got plenty of knitting to do and gourmet teas to sip and DVD extras to watch, plus I've got the house all to myself, which never happens anymore. Even so, I say "forcing" because for once I'm feeling inspired to clean and organize my space at the same time that I actually have the time to do it, so it's turning out to be harder than you'd think to make myself sit still and relax. But whenever I get up my muscles scream at me to sit back down OMG stop it it hurts, and that's keeping my cleaning jones in check. At any rate, next week should be much less hectic, and I'm looking forward to having plenty of time both to arrange my part of the house, and to write. Matt's staying at his place for the next several days to conserve gas and to work on packing, so I've got plenty of boy-intereference-free time to get things done. Of course, this also means plenty of boy-smoochie-free days, to which I say boo! So it's not the best trade-off ever, but at this point I'll take what I can get.
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