So, moving this time has been nothing short of a nightmare. I've moved 6 other times since coming to this city (my ex and I moved pretty much once a year for a while there, ugh) and this has to be, by far, the most stressed out and sick I've been over the whole thing in the history of ever. Not disorganized, everything is pretty well organized, but lack of help and douchebag movers (who refused to take any boxes at all and then put a hole in the ceiling at the new place, nice) and my work at home lines still not being installed (tomorrow marks a month to the day of my initial request) as kind of dampered any desire for anything.
Most of my days are spent alone and bored in a mostly vacant house with a radio that sometimes gets reception, with no wifi and an inability to swipe work internet for anything fun (stupid locked firewalls) that would require far more to break than is worth it, not to mention the weather has been cold and snowy and I'm just not in the mood for anything.
Which is a shame because I had intended on starting some owed replies last Sunday afternoon. Instead I'm just crabby. A sort of "nothing good will come from you opening your mouth" kind of crabby.
Keys for the old place are being turned in on Saturday or Sunday, so the nightmare should be over by then and then I can get back to fun things that keep me sane. Thank you all for being patient with me. I just ask for few more days to get this all sorted out, then a day or two of respite before I jump back into things. Believe me, I want to jump back into things.