It’s back to real life.  The good thing is that I planned so well before my week off that there is almost no catching up to do at work, plus no mess to clean up.  Thank goodness!

I just discovered Megan Rapinoe, and I am in love.  Seriously.

My move is in less than three weeks.  My apartment is full of boxes.  I suppose I should start putting shit in them.  My mom totally asked me if I was going to need help packing.  I informed her that although I have never yet packed myself, I was going to give this time a real try.  It’s quite possible that she will have to finish, like every other time.  I am the worst packer ever.  Can’t I just throw it all away the day of the move?

In other news, life is full of hope and excitement and discovery and delight.