So I haven’t typed but it’s not from a lack of material (I have a bazillion things I want to put up here) but from a lack of not being able to feel my fingertips much any more.
It’s not a medical problem other than I feel like I’m killing myself daily. You see I’ve been getting out of the day job, going home, and doing boatloads of manual labor around the house in one manner or another. If it’s not electrical for the newly installed pool, helping the Wife put together a gazebo (she did most of it, I just helped finish and claim some kudos for the job) or moving dirt from one side of the yard to another, it’s feeling like it’s never ending.
Oh, and we moved the last of the big stuff for Mom-in-law last week (or was it the week before?) so that’s a whole ‘nuther project now to get finished for me. Painting, ripping down closets, re-doing a couple bathrooms are all lovely stuff I get to do over the next couple weeks so we can get this house up on the market, sell it and Mom-in-law doesn’t have a monthly storage fee any more (her mortgage).
I will do my best to write more, I really want to but time or the desire to be awake and do something other than hang with a little chub cheeks is something that’s not too much in the cards right now. I’m not leaving…oh no no no. I just wanted some people who read this to know that it’s not a lack of not wanting to tell people how my new Boss is doing, it’s just been hard to sit and write about life.
We’ve had a busy last few weeks with a baptism, baby shower (for my Sister) amongst many other life events that I’ll try to get here to tell you about. Lot’s of fun stuff. It’s just not going up on the intarweb today. That’s all.
Love you all,
b