Back to normal

"I am such a pack rat. I'll never be one again," Kelley's mom laments after midnight, with the movers coming in the morning and still lots of stuff to clear out and pack.

"That's what everyone says, ma'am," I say, trying to pack and label a box.

Ugh. I drove back from Montgomery last night to learn that Kelley and her mom were still busy trying to get ready for the movers.

I totally did not want to go. But I'm still a Boy Scout and it would be a chance to see Kelley. Happiness is dating a girl with a tiny waist.

I also totally wish they'd asked for my help much earlier in the process. I love logistics -- my job makes me a multitasker -- and I have lots of experience with moves, especially knowing how long they take.

I put together two Office Depot boxes in seconds, just out of memory like something from the Bourne Identity.

I finally got home around 3 a.m. It was so hard to drive back, I was really tired. I couldn't even play when I got home and just settled in to sleep.

Today I didn't have to go to work until the afternoon, so I worked to get things back to normal. Washed the car, removing all the bugs from the grill. Got myself out on the bike to Little Five Points (tried to go to a place for lunch but it wasn't open yet). Ended up back at the Dragon, carrying my laptop the whole way. But didn't play.

Ah. Someday I'll get to play. "Back to normal" doesn't provide any guarantee of being able to do it.