It's been awhile since I've posted. Last few weeks have been rough. Between being sick, lovely doctor's appointments and John traveling for work. But we're surviving. We closed on the house last Tuesday, painters started last Friday and movers brought our boxes today. Paint still happening. And you know, carpet, well...it will be a miracle if it's in by mid-June. Of course, things never go as they are planned but in the end, does it really matter? I have to tell myself this daily. Actually, hourly. Cleaning crew comes Friday and the boxes will be torn open on Saturday. We'll officially sleep in our bed (after five months of corporate housing, flat pillows and stiff sheets) Saturday night. Get ready, San Rafael, 'cause here we come!
Also, the biggest news to come out of 1890 Clay Street is that I chopped my hair off. Six long inches! I gotta say, it was liberating. This was me the day after I had it done.
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