Just about every time I look forward to sleeping in a bit, I awake at my usual time — or earlier. This morning my eyes popped open at the precise time my alarm goes off during the work week. Even though I would have preferred to sleep longer, I relished staying in bed for a little while before making tea. And I finished a book in that cozy spot, too.
So after a quiet, slow start, I got to work. Laundry, cleaning, and some packing. Yes, packing. It seems that moving 13 times in 24 years isn’t quite enough, so at the end of this month I’m looking at my 14th move. At least it’s not across an ocean or even across town, but it’s far enough that I have to pack up, have some help, and get it to my new digs. I’m really looking forward to living in the new place but not at all excited about my fourth summer in a row marked by a move.
I had a nice long FaceTime chat with a faraway friend, and we totally forgot to give a shout-out to the NSA!
And then I had a good talk with my son via cell phone, again giving the folks at PRISM something to do. (If you’re looking at something to laugh at in this whole Big Brother issue, follow PRISM on Twitter.)
I did a little more packing, and then Caroline and I went to Grassroots for some caffeine and reading. From there, she drove us to the DMV so she could do a little practice for her driving test coming up soon.
After a stop for groceries and redbox, we’re now at home, camped out on the sofa.
It’s been a pleasant day.