1/23/08 update on our move: Sleep deprivation has set in. Jim and I are getting, maybe, 5 or so hours of sleep each night and it's catching up to us. Last night, it was about 11:20pm when we both independently realized we were doing stupid stuff. I slipped and fell down the stairs. Jim kept trying to fit something into a box that was clearly never going to fit. We looked at each other and said "time to stop".
On the plus side, we have gotten a tremendous amount done. Every room in my house looks like this currently:
I do want to mention, for this next photo, that Jim and I have gotten almost all of our packing boxes for free by borrowing from friends and...visiting the liquor store. Our new neighbors are going to think we have a problem...(or want to party with us!)
What's disturbing is that there is STILL more to pack. To my unrested brain, the garage and the attic have manifested themselves into hideously evil places that refill themselves with more random junk each time I feel like I'm almost packed. (I also hear cackling laughter each time I go into either of those rooms, but I'm hoping that's just in my head.)
We did, however, manage to overcome our weariness this morning, when, for the first time since November, we drove out to our new house. It was sunny and the sky was an absolutely brilliantly clear blue. It was also only 22 degrees out! The former-owner met us there and handed over the house keys.
We are officially farm-dwelling, country property owners!
This is really what the title of my post today should have been. But I'm so damn tired, I didn't think of it until just now. :-)