So I’m officially moved in and am the happiest camper this side of the Atlantic. My world is now full of white puffy clouds, love for (almost all of) mankind and angel farts which of course smell like roses because angels don’t poo. Duh.
The only exercise I’ve done recently is moving my stuff to the new place, unpacking and cleaning the hell out of the old place. The cleaning actually required the most effort as I had to move all the furniture around (it was a furnished apartment) to get to those untouched-in-a-century locations. In the process I found two pens, a hair clip, a bottle cap, a 10p coin, a dust bunny re-enactment of Watership Down and an empty contact lens fluid container.
Um, I don’t wear contacts.
But there is motivation to get out and run again. For one, I get to explore my new neighborhood which appears to be runner friendly considering the number of runners I see passing by my building every morning and evening. Also, the Royal Mail finally got around to delivering my hard-won prize from MCM Mama’s blog – a Bondi Band. It’s even more useful to me now since I got my haircut yesterday. I let the hairdresser do what she wanted (potentially dangerous considering she was French and didn’t speak much English) so I ended up with layered hair framing my face which can no longer be held back by my ponytail. The Bondi Band is a godsend. Thanks MM!
This week is chock-full of busy-ness with work, travel prep and a babysitting gig on Thursday night. That last one is payback for move-in day help. It’ll be me and four kids. I’m gonna be outnumbered, outsmarted and likely outstubborned. Now I know why some people drink so much. I may take up the habit myself. That is, if I survive the night.
Pray for me.
Sunday I take off for a two week mostly work/partly family trip. I’ll have the opportunity to post the first week but probably not the second. Hell, I may not post at all anyway. But you can trust in the fact that I’ll return with some photos which will cause some of you to riot and send me death threats for being such a lucky bitch.
I do so love it when that happens.
Anyhoo, gotta go. Catch up with you guys when I can.