The Blue Screen of Doug

I'm home today on Vicodin. If I had gone to work today I would have killed someone. Sadly, it mostly likely been someone who didn't deserve it.

So, let's sum up the last few days. Last week, of course, I worked 32.5 hours in three days. Then Saturday was an all-day packing frenzy. kshandra finally had to order me to stop. I was brain-locking with too many things to do. Sunday, the movers came, and man were they great. But it's awkward.. these guys come in and start grabbing everything you own and packing it off. You want to help - it's your stuff - but know that you'd only be in the way. So I hid in the kitchen and read a book, peeking out every so often to check on the progress.

Once the movers were off, I loaded up what was supposed to be the final Goodwill load and took it over to the drop-off station, then onto the new place. Filled with boxes. Being me, I plunged in and we cleared several boxes before I toddled off to shower and bed. Slept beautifully, this place is nice and quiet. Even with the occasional CalTrain passing by. I'm serious, despite the tracks running close by our home, the worst comes from the Baby Bullet trains that produce a bit of noise and a noticeable if slight vibration. I'm even getting good at telling which direction a passing train is going by the Doppler shift.

Anyway, get in to work yesterday, and enter Hell. I end up doing 11.5 hours, ten of that being road time. No breaks, of course. I get home and immediately dig in to the boxes looking for my computer so we can get the DSL in operation. By this point, I'm so fuzzy from exhaustion I've forgotten to take my teeth out. Find the computer stuff, and see that my desk has been placed in front of the only bloody outlets in the place that aren't grounded. I almost suffered a breakdown here. It's hard to express just how tired I was, how mentally foggy I was. When Kirsten got home (she had gone to our old place to bring over some of the stuff from the refrigerator, and then ran to Staples for an outlet adapter) I was on the verge of tears from frustration. I looked outside and was amazed to see that my truck had a ton of broken-down boxes in the back and my door was wide open. I have no memory of hauling the boxes out.

I also met one of our neighbors. Preston is a nice guy, and used to drive for a company that delivers to Lord & Sons. We sort of remembered seeing each other at the 7th St. warehouse. I'm very pleased that I've gotten to know one of my neighbors better in our first two days here than I knew any of our neighbors in eight years at the old place.

Anyway, we searched for and failed to find my cell phone charger, and I went to bed. Had some very strange dreams. One involved an female African-American USCG officer and some sort of office, and in the other I had suffer all the signs of a stroke and Kirsten was frantically driving me around looking for a hospital. Woke up and just knew that I had no business being on the road. I was still mentally blasted, sore head to toe, and completely lacking anything resembling the reaction time needed to drive a truck.

My plan for today is to rest, and maybe clear out a couple of boxes. I can take care of the glassware boxes and put away clothes.

Our new shower is better than sex. I will spend some time in there as well.

Thanks to Kiri for setting up my computer.

Thirty days, Day 8

Let's get back on this horse, shall we?

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why

Well obviously unpacking is the big goal for the month. Not just unpacking, but organizing and establishing this place as a livable home where we can have friends over. The secondary goal is cleaning the old place for the turnover to the old landlords. I'm not expecting our deposit back, but I'm not giving them excuses. Finally, getting Kirsten off to That Thing In The Desert.