Are you tired of the packing/moving stuff yet? Because we are.
Look at the timestamp.
It’s 2:30 am.
Still. Packing.
Actually here’s the deal: It’s been so so hot the past couple of days, and our apartment gets absolutely no air (even though we have both windows and the front door open and a fan blowing but the fan is a wuss and only works if you’re standing directly in front of it). Therefore we’ve been like, doing really easy stuff during the day, then sleeping for a few hours, and doing the “big stuff” packing between midnight and five a.m., when it’s a tiny bit cooler.
Tonight though? Feh. Right now it’s 22 degrees but with 9 zillion per cent humidity which equals sweaty sweaty beans. I’ve invented a new sport:
Naked Nocturnal Packing and Whining And Procrastinating From The Packing By Blogging.
It’s a triathalon.
I’ll bet your kind of triathalon is more exciting to watch than the “other” kind. Points are given for the most original whine/excuses, and for the degree of difficulty involved in the procrastination activity. Right?
And there’s possibly going to be a reverse of your triathalon in PEI – the UNpacking part.
Take care,
Janey