It’s after 11pm, which is the time that this hard-working post-grad/granny should be in bed in order to get some solid shut eye. But I’ve been packing/freaking out and now my brain is ON.
Boxes filled with movies and books, my beloved treasures. (Although I’d also treasure a bottle of that Chardonnay right about now.)
I ran out of boxes, leaving with me with a nagging feeling of unproductivity and a messy house.
Le sigh. Now I’m just complaining to no one in particular.
On the plus side I sent out a bunch of Mother’s Day cards today. I have a godmother and a quasi-mother-in-law who deserve some recognition, after all. My own lucky mother gets two cards. She’s had to put up with me the longest.
