Every night for the past three or four weeks, I lie in bed and can’t sleep. Last night in particular, since the inspection of our current home is today and the only thing I can think of last night was that I didn’t power-wash the one gutter in the backyard where the ladder wasn’t so steady. In fact, we spent the entire weekend repairing and improving things that we’ve lived with for the past five years for the new owners. It’s amazing how comfortable we become with the status quo. Or scary, because we should never have become comfortable living with the swarm of wasps that come and go mysteriously into our bathroom as they please for almost a year now.
And while one should seem insane and the other doesn’t, my brain just doesn’t work that way. The entire time we’ve been house building, I’ve somehow convinced myself that if the new house isn’t completely decorated and furnished the instant we move in, I might spontaneously combust. Man, do I have issues! I’m surprised that the demon inside me hasn’t scrawled “help me” across my forehead in a plea to escape.
In other news, I have been training. I may not be mentally sound when I get to New York, but I have a plane ticket, a hotel room and I should be ready to run 26.2 miles. It won’t be fast, but if I’m not institutionalized along the way, I will finish.