Shoot me please!
OK, so maybe don't shoot me, but at least make this congestion go away. This was the weekend when I wanted to go to DC for the ALA conference, go to AK to see Ethan and Jed, and go to CA to see Pua. What I have done instead is move. Which is a good thing but I wanted to do everything this weekend.
My new place is full of light and, at this point, boxes. Yesterday my amazing parents came up to Portland, helped me finish packing and moved all of my junk to the new place in Vancouver. Today they are coming up to clean, set up the washer and dryer, build some bookcases, and unpack. Did I mention I came down with a cold on my last trip so I am completely congested and and achy right now and can barely talk? My whole crew caught something so we were all dying by the last leg. Something tells me I will be calling in sick on Wednesday and not going to work. I tried to see if I could switch trips around to give me some more wiggle room but there isn't anything open. And there is no way I can do my job if I can't talk, much less have a clogged up head.
Back to moving, have I mentioned I have the most amazing parents ever? I owe them big time for all of thier help. Hopefully by the end of tomorrow most of my stuff will be unpacked and I will start being able to put things up on the walls. Then it will feel a bit more like home. And then perhaps I will get time to go and finish grabbing all the little things I left behind at Taylor Street and cleaning it out.
Almost time for more decongestant, my new best friend. I'll update later with more info about the new place and, if I can figure out how, pictures.
My new place is full of light and, at this point, boxes. Yesterday my amazing parents came up to Portland, helped me finish packing and moved all of my junk to the new place in Vancouver. Today they are coming up to clean, set up the washer and dryer, build some bookcases, and unpack. Did I mention I came down with a cold on my last trip so I am completely congested and and achy right now and can barely talk? My whole crew caught something so we were all dying by the last leg. Something tells me I will be calling in sick on Wednesday and not going to work. I tried to see if I could switch trips around to give me some more wiggle room but there isn't anything open. And there is no way I can do my job if I can't talk, much less have a clogged up head.
Back to moving, have I mentioned I have the most amazing parents ever? I owe them big time for all of thier help. Hopefully by the end of tomorrow most of my stuff will be unpacked and I will start being able to put things up on the walls. Then it will feel a bit more like home. And then perhaps I will get time to go and finish grabbing all the little things I left behind at Taylor Street and cleaning it out.
Almost time for more decongestant, my new best friend. I'll update later with more info about the new place and, if I can figure out how, pictures.