Inflatable Sheep

Have been teary-eyed and a bit sad the past few days. It's ten days until I move into my own duplex in San Jose. I feel so betwixt and between. The huge-assed effort to get me moved has been a hard rock to roll. I try to do a little something every day to make it easier, but it's wearing and tearing on the heart, not to mention my new hips.

Fortunately, Sherah and her husband will do the moving for me next Saturday, but I have to box everything up and buy new stuff…exciting stuff like shower nozzles, washing machines, towels, rugs, telephones. I'd rather buy books, software, yarn, quilting material, new iPhone apps.

I got all the utilities in my name yesterday. And may I take a moment to say, “Fuck Comcast.” Oh, and let's not forget AT&T: Fuck you too. They're fighting over telephone service and internet access. I don't like to put all my eggs in one basket, so, no, AT&T, I will not add your high speed internet service. And, no Comcast, I will not cancel my phone order with AT&T to have a phone service with you. Geez…

I need a quiet space, some alone time, some deep breathing to put the smile back on my face. A good cry would be nice also. But I have this list of To Do stuff and it gives me no time but sleeping time and working time. I figure after the move, I will have that good cry before I un-box all my stuff.

Not feeling sorry for myself, just feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment. Extremely tired of that endless To Do list. Extremely tired period.