I guess I have too much going on. I usually have some kind of dorky music running through my head, but this morning I have a whole bunch of other stuff on the brain. We have a lot to do, but we can't get going on them until other pieces fall into place. So I look at stuff that needs to be packed up and can't really get started on it. We did manage to lose a bag of old clothes today. That's one less box that will have to be packed.
Alabama sums up how I feel right now…
I really want to get this house packed up and cleaned so we can be on our way. But I have to wait and suffer until the end. And then it'll be time to get on a plane and…
Fly Like An Eagle…
You'd think I could just relax and enjoy the last two weeks in Texas. I mean, a lot of people love it here. I don't hate it, but I can't say I love it, either…
I'm really not from Texas…
But I don't feel about it the way Weird Wilbur does… at least not at this point.
Maybe I will in two weeks, though...
We'll see how it goes when we're done packing up and moving… I may decide never to come back here again, unless it turns out we have to sue our landlord.
Hopefully, no police will be involved...
