We’re moving. To Oregon. In 7 days.
I am staring a new job. Joe is getting a transfer. We have a new car. We have a new apartment. We are driving 4 day across the country with two cats. Our apartment looks like a bomb hit it, and I have 5 days to make it all fit into boxes.
I am sick (but on the mend, I think). Two loved ones have passed in the last 6 or so weeks.
I am a crazy hot mess of emotions right now. And, food is interesting. And working out isn’t a thing, unless you count moving a lot of boxes. The good news is the new apartment has a much better gym.