Anyone who checked the weather for our area knows that today and tomorrow are supposed to be pretty epically rainy. That sort of throws a monkey wrench in the works. Originally, we were going to borrow our friend's open bed trailer to move our furniture, but with rain, that's no longer an option. So, I spent yesterday scrambling to rent a truck, and my mom and I spent 6 hours loading our cars with things and driving them to her house. We made 3 trips. The good news is that we only have to move our furniture tomorrow. The bad news is that I might have pulled something, and my back isn't going to be terribly useful tomorrow. It seems that gaining 30 extra pounds and then suddenly losing it all wrecks havoc on your center of gravity.
Elijah is supposed to go in to surgery around 2 o'clock this afternoon. That's as long as they don't have to bump him around again.
I keep looking up mountain cabin rentals and staring at the pictures. I want a family vacation - just me, Adam, and Elijah - so bad that I can't see straight. I even starting dreaming about going to the mountains. Of course, I have weird dreams, so they always wind up with me separated from Adam while a bunch of moonshiners are hunting me down to eat my baby, but I can tell that the mountains are on my mind. Maybe in a year, when we can save, we can go to the Smokies and have a nice, relaxing vacation together. Daydreaming about it has been one of the things that keeps me moving these days.
Speaking of weird dreams, I dreamed last night that Phil had faked his death and was living with our grandparents this whole time. I woke up almost believing it for a moment.
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