I'm not enjoying myself anymore. I've been sick for a week and that hasn't helped. Sick or not, I've had to press on and I'm just about there. I just heard from the movers and they'll be here between 2 and 4 PM tomorrow. I was hoping they'd be here in the morning. I don't know yet what time my Volvo will be picked up, but it'll be tomorrow, too. I have to get Olivia out of storage today or I have to pay for the whole month. A friend is going to take me to lunch and then to the storage area so that I can drive her home. That will be good because I have stuff set aside to go into Olivia and my kitchen looks a mess because it's the holding area for everything.
One thing I don't have to worry about is cleaning. I've contracted with an organization to come in and clean shortly before my renters move in. I don't have anything left in me to clean so it will be worth the price.
I think I'll be putting a bunch of stuff in the overhead section where I would normally sleep in Olivia. Which means I'll be sleeping on the couch and that's ok. I know I've gotten rid of a ton of stuff but it seems like I still have a ton of stuff.
I started going through my tools last night, in the house and in the garage...AARGH. Luckily, a Habitat for Humanity opened up nearby recently so I'm going to make a huge donation to them. Most of the tools were my dad's and I keep telling myself that doesn't mean I have to keep them. I haven't used most of them the five years I've been here...so, they're gone.
I hope I can find my sense of humor soon. It's gone and I want it back. I'm sure that once the movers have left I'll be able to breathe a sigh of relief and, hopefully, laugh about it.
I've reached the exhaustion point. Being sick, I've slept worse than I normally would, so that hasn't helped. The end is in sight so I'm going to hang in there and my next post should be a whole lot more cheerful.
Hanging in there,