I cannot think. But I can feel.

Written last night:

I cannot think. But I can feel: My left toe hurts! My right knee's stiff! My hair is lank. I’m  dusty, droopy, and — don’t tell me — I know I stink. I’ve unpacked boxes, dusted drawers, wailed and waited and wondered … when is this all coming together?

Oh, yes, today was moving day. The pod was late, made movers wait, nothing to unpack, but getting paid. Pod people called me, they called Patrick (Thank you for being there with me, Patrick!) Pod finally came but an evil Lexus stole the Loading Zone parking space … Oh my! 

It did come together, finally. It’s all over but the unpacking.