progress, we have made it.
The Mighty Spoo came over today and kind of zoomed through packing us, and we kind of just followed along dazedly. The upshot is that the second bedroom is completely packed (including a few things I didn't quite want to pack, so I may have to hunt through a box or two and find a few things, maybe) and the halls are clear, and the living room's about 90% done. What's left is the master bedroom and closet, the second bathroom, part of the kitchen, and all the odds and ends. So we're doing pretty well, and we should be done on time. Morgan wants to be done by Friday, which I support, because then we can start taking things over on the weekend, and I can take things over Monday and Tuesday. The appliances will be delivered Monday (I don't remember if I have a window; I'll check later this week) and we haven't heard about the furniture yet. We're crossing our fingers it gets delivered before we move in, but it'll be close.
(updating paused so I could find the boxes with the stuff I wanted. I have a few I'll just hand-carry over, I think.)
Writing, as I expected, is on hold; I can't focus on anything when I have time and having time is limited due to packing. I'm still pleased I got to a stop point with my boys, and I do intend to pick them up again once we've moved and I have a desk and internet, but right now I just can't focus. I tried--I did some planning, and I have about half a page, but the boys wanted to have sex and I'm not porny right now, so I'm leaving them to screw while I move and after we're in the house I have hopes of trying it again. (The boys *always* want to have sex. I'd say they're like rabbits, but really they're like 20-year old boys who have a willing partner. Or so I'm told. I've never been one, I don't know. Do guys of that age want to have sex all the time? Anonymous responses welcome.)
Anyway, life is more promising tonight than it was this afternoon, so that's something at least, and I have three more workdays before I"m off for a while, so woo. Still feeling stressed but less homicidal, at least (I was cranky at the world earlier today due to a combination of factors).
*breathes* T-5/9 (if we count today as over).
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(updating paused so I could find the boxes with the stuff I wanted. I have a few I'll just hand-carry over, I think.)
Writing, as I expected, is on hold; I can't focus on anything when I have time and having time is limited due to packing. I'm still pleased I got to a stop point with my boys, and I do intend to pick them up again once we've moved and I have a desk and internet, but right now I just can't focus. I tried--I did some planning, and I have about half a page, but the boys wanted to have sex and I'm not porny right now, so I'm leaving them to screw while I move and after we're in the house I have hopes of trying it again. (The boys *always* want to have sex. I'd say they're like rabbits, but really they're like 20-year old boys who have a willing partner. Or so I'm told. I've never been one, I don't know. Do guys of that age want to have sex all the time? Anonymous responses welcome.)
Anyway, life is more promising tonight than it was this afternoon, so that's something at least, and I have three more workdays before I"m off for a while, so woo. Still feeling stressed but less homicidal, at least (I was cranky at the world earlier today due to a combination of factors).
*breathes* T-5/9 (if we count today as over).
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