Oh. My. Goodness Gracious. "Exhausted" does not so much as begin to touch it. I am well and truly knackered, and the going, my friends, is s-l-o-w.
We arrived in our new home on Sunday afternoon, after a delightful (read: 6-and-a-half-hour, vomit-enhanced) roadtrip. The unpacking started as soon as Jess shifted the truck into park, and it hasn't stopped yet.
The sewing machine has been unpacked, and I've staked out a little nook in the basement to serve as Craft Central. (pictures as soon as I can find my camera. And the card reader. And 8 consecutive minutes to sit down and write.)
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Wendy, good to hear you've landed, AND managed to get a blog post up already! Really you are a superwoman ;)
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear more of your moving adventures ... so long as they're nto vomit inducing!
ReplyDeleteDo you ever stop? Hope you've got a good dentist in your new neck-of-the-woods!
Wow, check out that scene, congratulations on your new home, thinking of you & secretly thrilled my 4 travel vomit free. Love Posie
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