We're almost there... had the baby, accepted a new job, scouted out apartments, signed a lease, moved my friend in, paying double rent, got a moving truck, got bills, got boxes, got stuff packed, waiting for the government to shut down.
It's just a matter of time... watched all of Sopranos, Billy & Mandy, Always Sunny, working on The League, Louie, a thousand other shows. Found some odd movies on Netflix. Diagnosed ADD and/or dementia. Drank... drinking buckets. Taking weeks off, making cookies, and my hands smell like butter.
Too much to do... still more packing, lots of driving, unpacking, where are the dogs? I hate vacuuming. Carly can't remember when the kid last had a bath (it was yesterday). I have ten cubic feet of Legos, is that too many? When do I expect to open this, build these? It will be at least five or six years before the Wolf can appreciate Legos.
Less stream-of-consciousness-y: I don't think I'll have time to see everyone before we leave. I'm concerned about this to the point where I haven't planned a proper going-away party. It's like when you're kind of dating someone and then you have to leave for a long trip. It's easier to say nothing than to say goodbye. I'm reasonably certain, for some of these folks, it might be goodbye. I found a house-warming gift that we never gave some friends partly due to Hurricane Sandy crushing the party. Should I mail it to them? It's pretty cool, I'll probably just keep it. Maybe, if I see them and the boxes are unpacked, I'll give it to them properly. I have a birthday card that I failed to send in February. It will be hilarious for my friend to receive that in October. I sometimes prioritize things and justify the lapses later.
So, justify lapses or prioritize differently? How about next weekend? It's the only weekend we've got left. Picnic at our house.
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