After 3 flights and at least 27 hours in the air, we arrived home yesterday morning. A couple loads of washing, a much needed afternoon nap, a dumpling birthday dinner for Boyf, a few boxes packed and then I was back at work today. Thank goodness it's a Friday!
Not quite a relaxing weekend planned though, as I'm moving house in 8 days. I feel like I'm dancing, a grand waltz, and I've been spun around and around and around, ending abruptly with a new partner. (I watched the movie Anna Karenika on one of the flights.) Boyf calls it our next adventure. :)
This week, in addition to packing up my entire house, we are going to a BBQ (and deep sea fishing for Mike) to celebrate a friend's 30th, moving all the furniture in Boyf's house from the front half to the back for the new carpet, seeing a Cirque du Soleil preformance and I need to come up with a Disney costume for another friend's birthday on moving night.
Oih.
