divine angst

The bed is sold. I was so worried. I had to repost the ad last night after the jackass who asked me to hold it till Friday backed out, leaving me with a bed and no buyer.

All day I waited for someone to call about it. Finally, I got a call from a man who barely spoke English, and he said he’d come look at it. Never showed. But the story turns out OK—a girl from a nearby city called, drove up with her boyfriend and his truck, and bought the bed on the spot. Hallelujah!

Now we only have to worry about how the heck we’ll fit all the rest of our stuff into this apartment. I’m off to cram stuff into the kitchen.

How is it that, after a full day of moving, complete with aching body (right down to my FINGERS), I am awake at the ungodly hour of 7:00? Just, POP, up and awake, just like it was a workday.

Didn’t sleep well, either. My mind drifted either towards what we have left to do or the comfort and hominess of our old home. Both things not designed to make me nod off into restful comfort very easily.

I’m going to beat this move out of my mind. I hope. I guess we have to finish it first.