Simply tired
We just went through Moving Weekend. Other than some clothes and some personal items, Melissa's stuff is all here now. Some of my old stuff went to the dump or was given away.
It was a lot of work. We're very tired. On the other hand, I now have a guest room worthy of, well, guests.
Next project? Organizing, cleaning, and re-organizing. I'll be back just as soon as I'm able.
Frankly, I'm disappointed. From what we'd read last spring, I thought monthly production was already supposed to be up aroun 2,000. Surely, a nation that can produce Pentium 4s in the millions can make some electronic bomb-tail doo-dads faster than this. There is, after all, a war on.
. . . Relax.
So that's what I'm doing. Well, that and about a million and six frenetic wedding-related activities.
I think maybe I have all my groomsmen gifts picked out, but what to get my best man still stumps me. Tick tick tick. Der Tag approaches.
Oh, about last night? Dessert was Bananas Foster. I'm getting good at that one. I got a humidor, a very cool cutter, a kick-ass torch ("lighter" would be an insult), and a selection of yummy cigars. She got pearls.
We're both very, very happy.