Then only another week to go until vacation.
I think I really need it, I'm finding myself being snarky a lot lately. Most of the time the snarkiness is totally deserved, other times its just fun. I think a week in the southwest should help mellow me out. There's just something about Santa Fe that makes it almost impossible to rush.
And then, after vacation, we finish moving John in. I'm still so bouncy head over heels with this man that it makes our friends make fun of us (in a sweet way, but...). The mechanics of moving always seem daunting, but I think we'll get through it.
Tonight, I have a dream of unearthing the living room. All the stuff that didn't have an easy specific place to go when we swapped the bedroom and office last Friday ended up in the living room. Wish me luck!