We moved into The House this weekend. Actually, Friday to be exact. And because I represent unions, I have to get up early to go to the Labor Day parade tomorrow. That’s alright–I love unions and union people and Barack Obama and Joe Biden will be there.
I do hate the feeling of stuff all around. I’m not a neat freak, but it kills me to be soooo disorganized. I wanted to do more today than I did, but I just felt like total crap all day. It’s times like these that I’m reminded of my many chronic ailments. I like to ignore them alot, but they always sneak back up on me.
So now I sit on the corner of the couch in our new home. I think Rocky is waiting to go back to the other place. For weeks we’ve made this house a retreat for activities and then gone home. It must be confusing to him.
I think tonight is an early to bed night.