lunch today, the first food I've eaten and man did it go down fast!

Everything is going fast right now, My life's a runaway train that I'm supposed to load boxes on, or clean the crap out of so my roomate can get her deposit back-but it's moving like, 90 miles an hour and before I can even pull out my dust mop, I'm reeling in the spindrift clutter of it's wake.

But I'm at work right now, inbetween massages and so I can actually sit still for an hour and... Blog!

:)

What a week.

I painted two rooms(a saga of amateur mistakes in itself), sorted, packed and moved a zillion boxes of junk, gave 14 hours of massage, sold some furniture on good ol' craigslist, scrubbed and swept and cleaned much filthiness and nearly went berserk several times.

I still have to go back for a few outdoor items and finish the gnarly basement cleaning project...

Gah. I will be sooooo glad when it's all over and I can just relax into unpacking, so to speak.

I rushed in to my subshift at work this morning, running a hair late and trying to drop the blazing stressball aura so I could give some good massage...

I walked into the lounge and saw a co worker slumped on the ratty overstuffed chair that is my favorite reading perch. He told me about his father dying of leukemia, he's the executor of the living will, his wifes father is in the hospital too, their kids don't really grasp what's up...

I felt pretty ashamed of my own meager complaint department. Life is so much harder for so many people. Especially with all the hurricane horror stories flying around.

All my shit is in boxes piled in the garage of my new home. So many people have lost everything they owned, including their homes.

Time to stop whining and be happy for what I have. For the family, friends and love in my life.