Tonight is one of those nights when the universe laughs at my plans.
I had planned to come home, do some laundry, take up the rugs to give to my ex, pack the living room, and work some more on packing the kitchen and bedroom.
But the universe had other plans for me.
Instead, the commute that usually takes me 2 hours from door to door took me 4 hours, mostly because of signal outages due to the severe weather. So instead of getting home at a reasonable hour with enough energy to do what I needed to do, I got home ridiculously late, with low blood sugar (even after eating a good dinner), and just enough energy to change clothes, talk to the people I love, and fall over into bed.
Well, and write this post, but that's negligible in the scheme of things ...
Tomorrow, I'm back at it.
Ugh. I hate it when the work day and/or the commute suck the good intentions right out of me. You will persevere!
ReplyDeleteHow much will you be carrying with you in your car? Clothes enough for a week or two? Techie tools/toys? TV and related electronic stuff?