Minutes to spare
When I decided to participate in Nablopomo, I knew I’d find it challenging to keep up with the post-per-day criteria. I hadn’t planned on going down to the wire on the very first day, but look at me, it’s 11:50 pm… now I have a real excuse for making this short and sweet and not very profound.
Today some friends helped us move the remainder of our stuff out of a rented storage unit, so as of tonight, everything we own is back under one (teeny) roof. We haven’t unpacked anything except absolute necessities since moving in (I subsist on one pair of shorts and one pair of sweatpants because I can’t find my jeans), but now that the move can finally be considered over I guess it’s time to tackle the boxes. It’s such a daunting task, almost as daunting as the task of packing the boxes, although at least we’re not dealing with anyone else’s deadlines. I imagine I’ll still put off totally embracing unpacking until the days get colder and I’m stuck inside, and I’ll keep spending my free time doing yard work, subduing tumbleweeds and fire ants under warm blue skies. The temperature variations of living so close to Death Valley still boggle me: it can be 32 degrees at 5am, but 82 degrees barely 6 hours later. With nothing to hold the heat in, I live in a place that will allow me to express both extremes of my wardrobe in a single day (if only I knew were I’d packed my parka and my flip-flops).
Tomorrow, I’ll try to start earlier in the day, and to talk about something other than the weather. Maybe I’ll even talk about cats!
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