Out-Of-Sorts

I am alive.
Not that anyone really cared about this old blog.
But, I am alive.

The last 45 days are a bit of a blur.
Packing up and leaving one house, traveling all over the Southeast, living with my family, then finally landing (?) in our new place.

None of it was without drama. Especially the "moving" parts.
We are still recovering from the damage done to our puny worldly possessions. Don't worry... there will be plenty to tell.

I am a bit overwhelmed and "out of sorts" at this point.
The house is a wreck, and there doesn't seem to be a "home" for all our junk.
When I feel overwhelmed and "out of sorts" I procrastinate; I don't do ANYTHING. Which makes things worse.
I've spent a lot of time roaming aimlessly from room to room just looking at the mess.
I've moved and moved and moved pieces of things around and around and around.
I've watched entirely too much Phineas and Ferb with the boy.
I've pouted a little bit because I miss my friends and the way things were.
And this heat. Lord, help us all. It's too hot to even think.

So when I manage to get myself a bit more pulled together, I will post pictures of the new place.
And tell you all about the broken things.
And show you what the boy looks like with his braces off. (Brace thyselves.)
And give you a riveting play-by-play of all our happenings.

Here's hoping you are all feeling a little more "together" than me!