I'm so tired, I can't even think of what to write. I finished marking Saturday and started packing. We're almost done--just down to all that junk stuff that clutters up life, but which we can't live without and odds and ends that aren't enough to warrant their own box--stuff that will end up in a bag or laundry basket at the last minute.
My hip still hurts, though it is improving. I have my first massage booked for tomorrow afternoon and I'm hoping it will help with the pain and stiffness--the only thing that really makes it stop bugging me is booze, but that does make doing other stuff a tad more difficult. The fact I'm still painting and packing is probably not helping, but for now there really isn't a choice but to play throught the pain.
The movers come Thursday. It's very exciting, this first house thing. We never thought this would happen (though we hoped it would). I'm excited for when we stop referring to it as "the house" and start calling it "Home". Thursday.
With all this, I did find a wee bit of time to knit. Poppy is the only thing I have actively on the needles (everything else is too complicated to pull out right now). I'm loving Poppy. She has two arms and almost a body (sans shoulders). I'm really having fun just knitting the body, throwing in the colours and ridges where I want. I'm pleased with how I've been able to be random on this one.
I doubt there will be much more knitting before Christmas. I really wanted to go to the Lettuce Knit holiday party tomorrow, but I really just don't have the time and I'm totally beat (probably the therapeutic rum and coke isn't helping). Normal knitting and life will return by the New Year I guess.
Next time I blog I'll probably be in the new house!