My alarm is gonna go off in a few minutes. Maybe I’ve had 30 minutes sleep through the night, due to the asthma and from being stuffed up beyond belief. So I’m back up again, sitting in the rocking chair, the lights out in this dusty old apartment, fan oscillating, constantly blowing my nose. And I’m worrying about how I’m going to swing this one today, pack the U-Haul with so little sleep. Well, we don’t leave till tomorrow morning, but if I go through another similar night, I won’t be much for competent driving. Our friends Theron and Jane came in yesterday and have been of tremendous help with packing. Jane is right saying it’s easier to pack other people’s stuff. You get tired of packing your own after awhile.
More later on the U-Haul details, and some pics to add on Flickr. When I get settled in – later in the week – I’ll sit down and write my friends some emails…
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