"Just get through the closing, just get through the closing, just get through the closing." For three weeks I've been repeating that like a mantra. For 3 weeks I've had no time to do anything other than pack. Put on make-up? Surely, you jest. Cook a decent meal? Ain't nobody got time for that. And besides, I'm trying to use up the random fridge contents (kalamata olives with monterey jack cheese and broccoli, anyone?) Start Christmas shopping?
It turned out there was no rest for the weary, at least not for a few days. After the closing there were still errands to run and all the stuff we were hauling around had to be reorganized and some sent to storage. Kevin has been ridiculously busy at work, not to mention performing the mental gymnastics of figuring out how and when to get the Jose and the Bob T. delivered and modified, researching and purchasing all the necessary goods for those projects.
Don't ask either one of us what day it is. Just the other night someone walked past us and Kevin said, "Good morning." When I reminded him it was about 8:15 p.m. he said, "Hmmm...well, it's morning somewhere."
\ We skipped Christmas cards this year. Given my penchant for photography and dorky iMovie trailers I figured I can make up for that in the next few months. Stay tuned. Or consider yourselves warned, either one.
In the next few days we will find more rest with more family members and best of all, the celebration of our Savior's birth.
And just as soon as we get near a tree with glass bulb ornaments we will engage in this family Christmas tradition: