September 28, 2012
Up at 6:00 AM in a panic– there are lights to fix and I have no idea who will do it before I leave today as my usual electricians seem to have flaked out. I email everyone on Angie’s List and await an answer. One comes. So does the realtor who takes in the whole scene with a bit of incredulity. But she seems to believe me that I will be ready. I turn myself into a whirlwind flying up and down the stairs, lights fixed, chaos subdued at every turn. And then, mid-afternoon, in an instant I realize I am too many hours short of completion for any amount of speed to catch me up. I leave for the airport in 45 minutes and still haven’t packed my suitcase. Standing completely still for a moment, I call my realtor to postpone putting my house on the market until I return. I pack in haste, somewhat randomly, and 5 hours later I am 1500+ miles from home where I will be for a week+. Relieved, exhausted, I accept that I bit off more than I could chew, only wishing it had occurred to me earlier so I wouldn’t have put myself through the stress of this past week. And I lay my tired body down to sleep.