I am 10 feet tall & bulletproof…I am 10 feet tall & bulletproof…I am 10 feet tall & bulletproof…I am 10 feet tall & bulletproof…
Just need to keep telling myself that. OK, so grandma is arriving a day earlier than I’d been planning on, and I’m losing a weekend day for it. We’ll get around it. So what if I have no clue what time the damn storage box is supposed to arrive tomorrow? Gives me time to continue putting crap in boxes, right? And continue to come back over here so I can check my work email every few hours and try to keep the fires to a minimum there. (Yeah, quite the “day off”, isn’t it? Actually, I’ll take my laptop with me, maybe I can find an unsecured hotspot in the neighborhood so I can check from there.)
Then two days I can continue to chuck crap into the storage box in the mornings before heading off to work. Need to find allen wrenches to disassemble some of the dressers to get them downstairs. (They were assembled *in* the bedroom. Ever build a boat in the basement?) Gotta craigslist the dining room table and the coffee & end tables. They’re too nice to chuck and it would be so much better if someone could take them off my hands instead of having to drag them out to goodwill.
Thursday morning is all about me, dammit, going in to get my haircut before work - only about 4 months overdue for that. Training looks to get mashed in after work or exceptionally early in the morning this week somehow… Monday off, timed run Tuesday, XT Wednesday, timed run Thursday, weight training Friday, swapping out the distance run from Saturday to Sunday afternoon, since I am getting the hell out of dodge for a while.
Also need to make sure I keep stuff I actually *need* out of storage. Like winter clothing & my books… Hoping to have it all loaded up by the end of the week so that the storage people can come and take it away…I really should be able to accomplish a lot tomorrow, so I truly believe that is reasonable. Not even going to contemplate bringing it over here until after 1/7 - I can live without bedroom furniture for a month. (The old bedroom furniture gets hauled off on the 10th.)
Then a week of attempting to get this place ready for Grandma…reserving Friday the 9th for hockey and beer. Lots of beer. The Caps had damn well put out one hell of a game, or at least provide me with some spectacular fights.
Two weeks to be ready for Christmas once she gets here. And find a couple days to play electrician back at my place and replace a ceiling fan and some light fixtures…
28 days until my renter moves in. (The carpets will be done on the 17th, the fence - probably not in time. Have estimate, do not have ACC approval yet.) I have to have everything out before the carpets go in.
I can do this. It WILL all come together. Come hell or high water, it WILL all get done.
Off to the gym to lift weights and swim. Please god, bring on the endorphins, I need them.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the biggest, baddest motherfucker in the valley…
