Last week was an odd one to say the least. Not odd in the memorable way, it was strange in that the Tough Mudder event was over and done with. It lived up to all my fears and expectations. But now I was facing a much more foreboding task, monumental in its banality, in its inevitability and sense of futility. I couldn’t finish the job last time and had to escape across the country for a break. Now we were back to packing up what was still left at the house. It’s amazing how much we acquired over the years; what we get, cling to, store, cart around. I am left to figure out what to keep and store, whether to take it to the larger storage facility in the valley or in the closer, more secure and convenient yet drastically smaller unit near the Marina, what we might use in Atlanta, where we know we’ll be until the end of July and then…?. With what we don’t keep, I need to get rid of somehow, hopefully give it away, then recycle and as a final option, the trash, I gave up trying to sell the stuff awhile ago.
Keep in mind the other reason why we came back to Los Angeles was so that Skye could see her friends, have her West Coast birthday party(a small affair with only a few of her friends) and try to enjoy some of the LA stuff before heading away for who knows how long. So I'll be juggling all that plus my role as home school teacher.
And then of course, there is my physical state which is pretty beat up even a week later.
So several days into this I still feel like there’s a ton to do, that I’ve already accomplished a lot, that I have plenty of time to finish and I can’t figure out how it’s all going to ever get done.