I’M STILL NOT DONE MOVING. LAST SUNDAY, MY BEST FRIENDS SHOWED UP AGAIN TO HELP PACK, CLEAN, AND LIFT HEAVY THINGS. I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM. They were dirty, exhausted, and sneezing and sniffling from all the dust. I hope they never get mad at me.
through all the dirty work, I developed a nasty infection in my fingernail. It was pretty painful at first but now it’s inconvenient. A gaping wound. Hard to type, gotta keep it covered and dry, and supposed to take antibiotics.
Through all the immune reactivity, I also developed a sore throat and cough. Moving is hard on this old body.
i need sleep, more time off work, and a sm00thie from the outlet mall food court. I can get everything I need.
grateful for the 11:11 light, the prince of Chinatown, Philips hue, vegan pizza, the woman who prayed for me, charlotte’s wagon, my best friends (including the dolly), Anjelah johnson, hoa rules, directv, fast internet, a million unpacked boxes, my job, my health, my finger.
1:30 am.
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