Choo choo!

Things are chugging along. I am exhausted beyond the realm of tired and I have many bruises scattered across my body from carrying things up stairs and around corners. It is all worth it though. Everything I need for day to day living is now in the apartment, cleaned and put away in their rightful place. Sigh with me now. The only things that are left to do is pack the rest of the house for storage or put it in the garage for the rummage sale. Oh and clean the house. I have this week to finish the packing/sorting and next to finish the cleaning, so I'm not terribly worried. Ask me that Friday night how far I am down the list of things to do. I may have a completely different answer for you.

We did have our first visitors last night as well. I thought it was a bit odd to have someone knocking on the door at 9:00pm but as it turns out it was the neighbors across the hall welcoming us with two pieces of carrot cake. I had to suffer through both of them for the sake of Jo and her Celiacs. What a shame!

While I was having my nightly conversation with JB, I wondered what the probability would be that I would wake in the middle of the night and walk straight into a wall. Of course his reply was "If anyone would do that, it would be you babe." Meanie. But I love him anyway. The truth hurts I guess, sometimes literally. The good news is I did not walk into any walls but I did have a fitful night of sleep. I was seemingly unconscious and had not moved since I hung up the phone, that is until the pager woke me. It wasn't the beeping that got my heart going it was the dispatch info. It was that same info that kept me awake and colored my dreams for the rest of the night. It's amazing how one small detail can open the doors to memories we had previously locked away.

If I had more brain cells firing that what is required for the essentials like breathing and holding myself upright, I would find some creative way to tell you about the adventure Jo and I had this morning. It took three stops to find coffee. Stop #1 = sludge in the making (Jo felt guilty so she bought some candy). Stop #2 = BK drive through with no answer and people eating inside. Stop #3 = Success.

Unfortunately, I think that is the most coherent I can be for the day. There is so much more I'd love to blabber on about including how Henri broke my heart, but I will spare the five minutes of your life you would spend reading it. I have a training burn tonight so hopefully I will at least have some cool pictures for you tomorrow.