Some days, I’m totally overwhelmed by how much work it’s going to be just to move into our new house. Just to move all the stuff. Then I think about the home repair projects and start making task lists of things that absolutely must be done before I will spend a night in that house.
It makes me want to pull the covers over my head and stay in our cave of an apartment forever.
But today, I’m feeling pretty energized and eager to get it all started. The move is a couple of weeks away and I’m just sitting at my desk, anxiously twitching the ankle of my crossed leg, thinking about how great our house will be.
Would like to be playing with Stew right now. He’s kind of an outdoor iguana. I used to take Emerald for walks in Chicago, tethering him to me with a blue harness. But Stew is used to hanging out on lawns, sans harness. I’m wary, and a little concerned that Rob’s mom will lose him during these next few weeks while he’s staying with her. But, hey, if she’s comfortable taking him outside…He happily runs around the yard, and doesn’t, like, whack me with his tail when I repeatedly interrupt his galavanting by picking him up and turning him in another direction. (Under the deck you will not go, my friend.)
Now if we could all just stop calling him “Emerald” by mistake.