Man, am I ever sore today. My body is creaking and groaning like an old railway bridge from yesterday’s activities. I’ll be 35 in about two weeks and you can be sure I’ll be toasting it up in Reykjavik for having made it this far with all my bones intact — *knock on wood*.
Tonight I picked up the remaining 2% of my stuff from the condo in CityPlace and cleaned before heading back to my new place, which is still in complete disarray, but at least I narrowed the disarray to one address. Well, that’s not completely true: I still have some stuff in Florida and a fair amount of stuff in Vancouver which I will pick up someday (thank you Karl, Socar, and Dad!). Maybe I can charter a bus and go on tour like a rock band around North America (Toronto-Orlando-Vancouver-Toronto with plenty of stops along the way) and call it the “Consolidate My Stuff Revival”.
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