Monday, August 11, 2008

Moving + Cold = No Fun

I have been working like crazy trying to get things in order for the big move -- the movers come in 10 days. But as they say, the best laid plans often go awry. In the midst of a to-do list that seems never-ending -- a feverish pace of packing, trying to get the developer to finish up the last few things on the punch list, painting, trying to schedule movers and painters, and trips to Ikea -- I got sick. So sick that I sat down in the middle of the floor in Ikea while trying to decide between two different wine racks to put in my pantry -- and then sat in the middle of what will soon be my living room trying to build those same wine racks with a fever. So sick that coughing hurts my abs way worse than pilates ever did. So sick that I've already missed two days of work -- and am seriously considering missing a third -- and yet, have only managed to pack six boxes. (But I have caught up on Mad Men.)

I am, officially, so far off my moving schedule that I might never find my way back.

So that's what's going on around here. And if the blog doesn't get updated frequently for the next couple of weeks, you'll know why.


matt said...

When we moved into our condo I was sick in much the manner you described. The only thing I found that (eventually) made me feel better?


Gledwood said...

dear me moving is most inconvenient: I had to go through that trauma little over 2 months ago and I've still not bothered unpacking most of my crapola

all the best with it!!

DSL said...

I'm glad your office manager agrees with me. Get more sleep; it's the best cure. You'll be more productive (moving and working) anyway.

Paige Jennifer said...

That sucks. Especially in the summer. I hate being sick in the summer.

When I moved into my condo, my mom stopped by my apartment two days before moving day to drop something off.

"You haven't packed a thing!" she yelped.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I pointed to two taped up boxes by the door. "I packed up my kitchen."

She dropped her bag on my sofa and spent the next four hours forcing me to pack.

violindan said...

Feel better, and let me know if I can help starting this weekend or can bring you chicken soup (or something) in the meantime.