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my brain is mush

what I've done over the course of the past 10 days, in no particular order:

  • saw the doctor twice, once for allergies and horrible hives, and once for my annual exam
  • discovered that DH was unsuccessful in negotiating with the bank, and we had one week to remove our possessions from the house before foreclosure
  • interviewed for two jobs
  • dined with Mom at Tavolino
  • shared a sushi boat with Mom and Mandy at Ichiban
  • enjoyed sandwiches and sides at Buffalo Bistro, again with Mandy and Mom
  • ate surf and turf at Canyon's Crown with Mom and Jack
  • set up, coordinated and celebrated, and tore down Mother's Day Tea at the preschool
  • participated in the Schumaker Elementary School Spring Craft and Rummage Sale
  • went to handbell rehearsal
  • rung handbells with the choir at the church service on Sunday
  • hosted a playdate with one of Jack's friends
  • took 3 days off work
  • took Jack to piano lessons twice
  • took Jack to choir practice
  • weathered a conflict with my boss
  • cleared the house of possessions (some of which I sold at the rummage sale; some of which I absorbed into my apartment; DH put some in storage and moved some into his new digs)
  • did what I could to help my sister deal with her anxiety issues
  • spent an afternoon swimming, watching Pirates, and looking for BBs with my nephew Brazey
  • removed all personal possessions from my storage closet so Comcast could install new wiring
  • cried
  • slept
  • ran a mile at a pace of 7.4 miles an hour

I'm tired. Tonight I escape for a few hours with my bff to Tanque Verde Ranch. I hope we swim, sit in the spa, talk and talk, and sleep. And I might cry. I'm thinking I see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that might be just the glimmer of false hope.

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