This is my icon today

What a puss I am. 3 1/2 miles jogged yesterday morning, non-stop, and I am wiped out. Today there are a billion household things I need to handle before we can get out of town for this reunion, but I just don’t want to walk. Both feet are bandaged and hurt. I say this to my mom on the phone and she just says, “You sound like me, just wanting to sit and look at all the things you need to do and make yourself depressed. Of course, I don’t have bandages on my feet.”

We’re looking at more houses on Monday. HOPEFULLY one of the lenders will actually be in the office when I call them on Monday. We will need a prequal letter with our offer, and the lender will no doubt want some paperwork to give us that. Of course, we don’t HAVE to make an offer next week…

But man I want out of here. Our leaky tub in the bathroom is on my last nerve. I’ve told management multiple times about it, and nothing has been done. Not only is the leak causing water to drip down onto our futon, but whatever in the floor that has been staying wet now reaks of mold-smell. I think they might be trying to kill us before we can move.

Ugh. See, here I am, sitting here posting after having actually done all my customer service stuff, basically doing anything that doesn’t require me to stand or walk. I really need to do some laundry, though.

Just do it.