I’m moved out of the house in Brighton, and Valerie and I are no more.
That’s something that I decided needed to happen over a year ago, it just took a long time, and a lot of planning to actually have happen. I moved more or less back to my old neighborhood. A bit further north. Now I’m near Sushi and the best Chinese restaurant…ever. (and if you don’t believe me, believe the pictures of several Governors, and several Presidents (including both Bushes) on the wall. People like that don’t go just anywhere to eat when they’re in town, right?)
It feels very much like starting my life all over again. It’s sort of surreal. Refreshing, too. I actually managed to somehow get all the basic necessities, without even dipping into my credit cards.
My first meal here? Ham Sandwiches. Emeril Mustard (couple different kinds, actually). Light Mayo, Swiss Cheese, and a Tommyknocker Maple Nut Brown Ale.
I’ve been off work the last two days, because I did ALL of the moving myself, with one exception. I got the Comcast Installer to help me with the mattress. A king size mattress is NOT going up the stairs under the locomotion of one person. End of discussion. Everything else was all me, baby. And I’ve been paying the price. 5 hours of going up and down 18 steps in Brighton, and 5 more hours of going up and down 19 steps in Thornton has left me with legs that don’t want to work, arms that feel like they’ve bruises up and down them, and a back that is QQing something fierce.