I kind of feel like I've been hit by a bus. Not physically, thank goodness, but mentally. Never mind. I was a long week and weekend.
We were shuffling offices around last week. Friday was the biggest day--it involved professional movers and lots of heavy furniture. We're mostly moved in except for some residual clutter and shuffling and a bit of squabbling about lamps and stuff. Nothing big.
I went out of town with a friend for the weekend. I kind of knew going into it that it was probably a mistake--the friend drove so I didn't have my own car, and there weren't enough plans to fill up the time. It turns out you can totally feel like a fifth wheel even when you're one of only two people. It wasn't awful, but it was very weird and awkward and draining. And I felt super guilty for leaving Mispickel.
But on to the next thing, right? I have a ton of sewing to do and I have to get the house put back together and all kinds of stuff. Onward and upward.