Things have been falling apart around here. First problem was a breaker kept tripping. Then the toile started leaking from the seal under it. Then the floor started sinking in the bathroom from being wet. The toilet sinks too which compresses the top of the hard pipe sending water to the tank, so the tank leaks making the floor wetter. Now the septic tank is backing up under the house. We can't smell it in the house just when we get near that point in the yard.
Well we're moving. That means I need to pack which means I need boxes, energy and places to put the packed stuff. Oh, I just can't get motivated. Then I get depressed because I haven't got anything done. Then I get deeper depressed because I don't have any friends or family to help out because I don't want anyone to see the nasty mess my house is. I've done this to myself. Two weeks and I can start moving boxes and bookshelves. That's right, I'm getting my design studio moved first. I want to hang curtains so I'll have to find the fabrics in my stash to use. Then I'll move my closets. then the little stuff before the big push to move the furniture. I'm so excited but wishing I could do a few things before we move but we don't have the money to do it. Also I'm trying to find a job but don't want that to interfere with the big move. Can't have it both ways. I feel like I'm caught in one of those infinite choices loops. First I need to get measurements of the house.
Two more weeks.
