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Friday, It's PEESSSSING out there Oh, my. I'm back in plains country again, aren't I? The heavens opened today and decided to urinate forth most of their contents in a display that could only be described as "waterfall-like." This is how hard it was raining -- Dallas drivers were obeying the speed limit. That happens once a century, I think, and this new one just had its occurence. So, heavy rain, thunder and lightning, all the weather I adore -- what did I do when I finally got home? Did I sit down on the papasan chair and relax with a good book, enjoying the ambiance of the weather? Did I grab my laptop and hammer out some words, inspired by the violent glories displayed in the skies above? Did I fuck. I had boxes to unload, remember? Oh, and to move from room to room, thanks to the Swedish movers deciding to RELABEL everything according to their own whims. And let me assure you, if you've never moved boxes of books before -- they're heavy. Heavy. We're talking lead here, okay? Rush Limbaugh-style heavy. And as a result, I'm on serious amounts of Advil right now, just to kill the creaking stabbing pain in my knees. I'd add a slug of Bailey's if I wasn't afraid the combo would do something deadly to my liver. But. All the bookcases are up in the living room, which means I can start to unload books and break down the boxes. The kitchen is a mess but completely unpacked -- I just have to run three loads of dishes and other accoutrements through the dishwasher, then find a place to put them all away. And more and more clothes are slowly wending their way through the washer and dryer, to be put away in the closet pending my purchase of a dresser. Best of all, I can kinda see the floor in the living room now. It's amazing how a smallish scrap of bare carpeting can make you giggly with relief. Fifteen million boxes down, fifteen million more to go.
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