Not to sound like an 85-yr-old but it is hot. Like, withering. Like, draining to the core.
We got up this morning and every window in the house was fogged over. There's a heat index of something like 118 here - with humidity. I will so not miss humidity.
Week Two of moving preparations has been every bit as chaotic as Week One. I know that we're making progress, but to look around, it sure doesn't seem like it.
This week has included:
**The third and fourth trips to goodwill.
**G's job is trying hard to transfer his position (with him in it!) to CO.
**B's formal promotion (to management!) at work.
**A walk-thru of our house, room by room, with our realtor to prep it for staging.
**We bought a camera for the Africa trip.
**We said goodbye to a good friend, and loved on our niece and nephew.
**We celebrated the 4th of July.
**B's work threw a picnic that was hotter than blazes.
**And we bought tickets for a house-hunting trip to CO.
It's all happening! If we can only survive this heat!
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