Actually, my clock (0:03) tells me that it is actually the day, rather than the eve. Whatever.. Also, not really of destruction, but certainly chaos. The difference escapes me right now.
I haven’t written for a long time because there hasn’t been much to write: angst, impatience, frustration, repeat. Yes, a house was bought, and another sold, all prompt, and incredibly, incredibly swift and perfect. Still: angst, impatience, frustration.
The movers come in less than 8 hours. We’re mostly done, but sleep will be short. Thirty-six hours from now, Jay will arrive at our new home. I will arrive a few days later.
Angst yields to urgency.
Impatience begs for another week.
Frustration? Hehe. I’m going to be living on the river with my husband and puppy dogs in 5 short days.
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