Mission Accomplished! Mostly.

It’s done! Mostly.

All the furniture, excepting this futon on the floor minus its frame, plus boxes and (too many) boxes of things are vacated. Apart from a few pieces that went  into my rental room, everything’s now in a storage unit. I’ll write about that another day.

Everything in yesterday’s move went swimmingly. The U-Haul truck — 20 foot no less! They didn’t have my requested 14-footer so gave me the 20-footer for the same price. The drive. The arrival of two moving dudes. The loading. The transport.

Only glitch was the unloading into the storage unit, which I did singlehandedly. A monsoon. A torrential downpour of thick balls of water and hail bouncing everywhichway. Of course! Just my luck! haha. Of course! Proving the weather forecasters wrong ah-gain. Nothing new under that sun! no pun intended.

Anyhow, the monsoon had me scurrying to get possessions, already wetted by the deluge, safely under cover and dried with a towel borrowed from the storage unit guy.

Then standing around waiting it out — losing precious time as I needed the task finished and truck returned before work.

Fortunately the storm passed and everything got done before my shift.

What a load off! For now. 😉

C ‘n’ C

To C&C — Celebrate ‘n’ Chill — how long has it been since I’ve done that?!? — I went out drinking at my favorite saloon on Whiskey Row. To show I meant business in Celebration and Chilling, after a Guinness, I ramped it up with rye whiskey cocktails. Note the “s.” 🙂

I didn’t stumble out or anything. I’m mindful of drinking and driving and not pushing that envelope. But the edge was definitely smoothed and the relaxation and interaction with other human beings sorely needed. (Note: I spend faaaar too much time isolated even when not busy shouldering moving tasks. Sad but true.)

Back home, with liquor coursing in my veins, I also ramped up the herbal sleeping aid to better my chance of sleeping. Severe chronic sleep deficit remains an ongoing issue (four years and growing); however, it’s really intensified these past few month/s due to domestic stress.

Mission accomplished, sort of. I slept soundly for some hours but still awoke a few hours too early.

Sweet Sleep, Where Art Thou? It’ll be interesting to see whether things improve in the next place.

Liquid Legs

Today I feel liquidy, rubbery. The outcome of beaucoup heavy lifting, excessive taxing demand on muscles and the aftereffects of alcohol and sleeping aids. Ain’t feeling bad, mind you! But ain’t a Get-Up-and-Go feeling either! And there’s plenty left to do yet! Things to pack and move. Spaces to clear out and clean. Etc. etc.

My enthusiasm level: 0.

How useful would be self-cloning!

Fatigue & Gratitude

In this deep pervasive fatigue, weariness of moving, waning enthusiasm for moving so fucking much (to illustrate, this is my 5th move in 2-1/2 years in this town alone), I’m relieved it’s over, almost.

I’m grateful for the help.

The two moving dudes. The new roommate. The nice lady at U-Haul. Even Mother Nature, who turned off the faucet of monsoons so that I might move in dry conditions (mostly). The saloon bartender who pours generously for his regulars {raises hand} :-).

I’ve written it before but it bears repeating: I’m grateful to have a place to go, a shelter, a room in another’s home in this transition. Homelessness was a real possibility. In the 11th hour, this room share was offered. The alternatives (i.e., another round of homelessness) weren’t, you know, good or desirable.

Especially for a working girl about to start a second PT job! The importance of showering regularly cannot be understated when you have a job (or two).

I’m grateful for a storage unit! Not easy to secure in this market where demand exceeds supply. And that I got my stuff in. It was challenging. It was close. Very close. Too close for comfort.

My muscles are chanting in chorus: No more! No more! Give us a day of rest! Give us a break! We need rest too! Like your mind!

So to respect their voices, I’m gonna take it easy today. Rest up a bit before hitting the home stretch hard tomorrow.

But I’ll admit: It’s VERRRRRRY hard to sit still or do little with so much left to do! With tons of tasks still staring me in the face as I scan my mostly-empty space.

I need WA — Workaholics Anonymous — for sure!

Guess that’ll do for today. Toodles.

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