Much better.

Thank heavens. Boyfriend has finally caught on and understands that I need some time to process all of these changes. Or at least, so he claimed last night. I picked him up from work, and he was pleasant and comfortable in the car. It was a nice drive. We didn't get a lot done at the house, because we had to leave early to go pick up his new car. Thank the gods. We were at the dealership until after it closed, but it's a done deal.

After that, he did just what I needed, and let me go for a while. I went out and drank hot honey and milk and allowed myself some time to breathe. To think. To be alone. I don't think I have had five minutes alone since early July. That's not enough for me, because I'm not good at processing on the fly! My head gets jammed with these circuitous thoughts that don't stop until eventually they distract me and I can't ignore them. Then I just need to be alone to get myself back on track.

I'm not sure that I got through everything last night, but I got a great start. I stayed out extremely late and worried Boyfriend, but he forgave me when he saw the improvement.

Of course now I am short a few hours of sleep, but it was worth it.

Work today is long and dull, and no one is around to divert me with lots of email. Maybe Shelly will write her journal, that would be fun to read.

I'm truly glad it's almost lunchtime. I tumbled out of bed this morning hungry, and haven't gotten the time to eat yet!

This weekend is going to be busy, but I am really looking forward to it. Finally I'm getting the move done. Tonight I will finish work on the bedroom. Tomorrow I will clean the new house and pack the old one. Sunday night I will sleep in my new bed in my new house. I'm pretty excited, I think.

There will still be a lot of work to be done to the house after I move in, and I won't have heat or hot water for a little while longer. But it's progress.

Speaking of progress. Forest laughs at my undying optimism. We will be talking about a time when my life went completely down the toilet, and he thinks I've been unlucky. He thinks the world has dumped all sorts of junk on my head for me to juggle. I of course, refuse to admit to that sort of reality, and I think it's progress. So he laughs. He is a bit more of a realist than I am!