A weight has been lifted

...off of my shoulders. Moving sucks. Always does, always will. This one was a bit different seeing how I was moving within the same apartment building, but had to move everything twice due to scheduling conflicts... yeah, move everything from 1st floor to 2nd, allow time for wall painting and carpet cleaning, then move everything from 2nd floor to 3rd. I think after about five different days that included packing, cleaning, moving, moving, and unpacking, I'm just about done. Yeah it sucked. But I'm happy again.

Prior to the move, work had me busy, and then I had a few activities to do this weekend along with moving, which has allowed me practically zero time to keep myself in shape. Concert with two friends back in town on Friday, friend's birthday party at the Freight House on Saturday, friend visiting from Texas in Faribault on Sunday. For me, these were can't-miss social obligations, unless I wanted to partially burn bridges, which I'm not one to do. I'm exhausted from all of that, the move, and the lack of exercise. I think it's time to exercise, I feel like a blob. But a bit less stressed.