Written by And almost half a year of eight-hour phone calls, webcams, flying back and forth, Internet forumness, blogging and beach trips comes down to these final five days.
After some typical confusion with UPS Dispatch, a whole lot of crated stuff – computers and books, mainly, packed in clothes and other fabric odds and ends from around my home – went out Friday with the Big Brown Truck. My brother and I are picking up the U-Haul tomorrow to haul several large furniture pieces to the storage unit, to be shipped to Modesto in a few months but tucked away until then. Other pieces tomorrow are going to my parents, and still others are being retired.
It’s going to be a long week, though I expect it’ll go by fast. So much to do, so little time.. and all while maintaining a client workload. Sometime this week I strongly suspect that I’ll be conducting a client conference call from my living room floor, the room adorned only by a laptop and office phone sitting atop an upturned plastic crate. The thought itself leaves me exhausted.
There’s definitely a crash coming next Friday. I can feel it; I’ve warned Kristi about it. I’m going to get off that plane, set the cats loose in the house, carefully steer around the large UPS packing crates that arrived earlier that day, and just go pass out on the bed.
One day at a time. Five times. The main thing holding me together at this point – other than caffeine – is the certain knowledge that the plane ticket is paid for, the plane will be taking off at 7:15am Friday from Orlando International, that I’ll be on it.
Everything else now is just getting from here to there. With coffee.
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