It's not you, it's me.

So...

I just need a break.

It's not you, it's me. I need some space. Some time. My life is really crazy right now. I mean, really crazy. We're talking, boxes stacked to the ceiling crazy. I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I do, is pack and think and worry obsessively.

We're loading the truck Thursday afternoon. We'll drive down Friday. Spend the weekend unpacking. We should get wireless again sometime early next week. I...I hope to be back blogging by then.

Chris has some sort of conference the second weekend of July (AKA: The Boy's Birthday Weekend) and the Boy and I have been invited to tag along...it might be fun, so there's some blog fodder, right? Also, once things are unpacked and put away I'm going to do a photo-spread of the new digs.

I applied for a teaching job at a local college--if they call for an interview I'll be sure to let you know. Many are the levels of my insanity. Do not underestimate my insanity at this time.

Whimsy requested a blog post about my feelings towards fruit served HOT. That's forthcoming, some time this summer. (Heads up: It's WRONG.)

It's hard to gauge how much I'll have to talk about. The town is small and seems pretty uneventful, I don't know anyone there, and knowing no one, I won't have much going on. I guess I could keep you updated on my...fitness-y stuff. I plan to keep running...so there's that, I guess. And there's the Boy and his endless cycle of cuteness.

Speaking of which, I think I hear him. And yes, I have been up since 6am. Please see the aforementioned insanity.