For a while I wondered if I would be picking this blog up again. But over the last few days I've been just settled enough in this new house to feel really restless again, and I thought, hm, time to write. Then I tried navigating the new beta/gmail sign in. Yowza. What a pain. Somehow I managed to sign in with a whole new account and then couldn't get here. There's now two me's and one of them doesn't seem to want to talk to the other. I had to trace a whole electronic breadcrumb trail to get this far, andI don't know what's going to happen the next time I try to sign in.
Anyway. I'm here. I'm fine. Fine. Freakin' &%#$@ fine. Fuzz says I'm exhausted. What does he know, he's exhausted! He's on another one of his endless strings of minor colds which happens when he gets overtired--- one day he's achy, the next he's sneezy, then it's his head, then his stomach... So I guess we should be taking it easy. We cancelled out a big trip we had scheduled to the other end of the province to attend Tiff's wedding. I'm crushed she wasn't crushed when I called to tell her. I guess I'm very disappointed. I won't get to see all the wonderful results of her meticulous planning. Part of me just said, oh hell, just get a plane ticket to Winnipeg and rent a car and go yourself, but I can't afford the extra debt.
Maybe I am exhausted. I know I'm pissed off. At everything. Our dream urban cottage needs a lot of reno. There's a constant fight for space. The bedroom is so squished I can't get my bedside table to open properly without hitting the bureau. When I try to dig in the front garden I hit a solid mat of tree roots and I have all these perennials I wanted to plant. I guess I can throw them in the back yard somewhere, well, I have to before fall... Fuzz has decided he desperately needs a garden shed and although he says he's exhausted, guess what he's doing right, now, building a shed. I keep bonking my head when I'm working in the basement. It smells damp despite the dehumidifier. I'm off my usual exercise routine and just barely keeping up with the running group after a few weeks off during the big move. The new matress and boxspring are so high I feel like the princess and the pea. We still have a lot of crap in the storage unit because we don't know what to do with it. And mouse poop just showed up in a brand new kitchen cupboard! Why do I even bother owning a cat? Just to keep my chairs shredded and give us litter to scoop, obviously!
On the other hand, I am enjoying the delights of an urban library system that actually has books I want to read. Life isn't so bad. I think it's time to make the cupcakes I've been planning for a dinner we're going to tomorrow night. Oop. Not enough time to shop and bake before running, but I can at least shop. When in doubt, spend more money.
