Whoa there, Bessie!

I've had a crazy two weeks!

Closed on dream home, got keys, restored new home in one week, moved old home the next. Night after night and day after day of pulling up carpet, scraping off wallpaper, painting, and lifting box after box after box after box. It was bliss, actually- all for my new home that I love.

But in the interest of full disclosure, I'm sort of crashing this week. I look like I've been in a fight- my legs are full of bruises, I have a giant swollen, throbbing gash on my left arm where I stopped a large, heavy vintage Klipsch speaker from crashing to the ground off the moving platform, and my back finally did actually give out the day after all the moving was done (thanks for waiting!). I can't get up or down in any other way than 98 year old man style, and it hurts every inch of the way. Despite my new, deliciously comfortable bed, I am not sleeping. I have two cats that usually spend all night outside that are quarantined indefinitely so they don't get lost. They spend each night pacing and screaming at me, clawing at the furniture, keeping me up. This morning at 4am, when I could stand it no longer and took to chasing them away from my precious, previously un-clawed sofa, I stepped right into a fresh pile of dog shit. I just want to reiterate: 4AM DOGSHIT ON MY BARE FOOT. At the new place, I take the dog out to the yard hourly, with the most delicious of special treats lined up, in hopes he'll poop and pee, only to have him NOT shit outside, and shit on my kitchen floor instead - in the middle of the night. Just another lovely installment following the mess to end all messes on our first full day in our new home- after rushing to SF and back (3 hrs!) to take Dana to SFO--> India (oh yeah, Dana's in India- that, too), I came home to a most giant puddle of pee in the hall, leading to two giant shits in the office, leading to the biggest deepest puddle of diarrhea I have ever seen, and finally, a huge barf ALL OVER JACK'S NEW BED/LINENS (poor Charlie, seriously). It took me forever to clean it all up, why?, because it made me barf, too. It's bad timing and calamities, one after another, and I just haven't had enough rest to DEAL. Though, I AM dealing, because, well I am incapable of NOT dealing.

I'm beyond tired, I'm in constant pain, I'm feeling sort of out of my mind.
But I really, really love my new house.