Time

The lack of it, that is. Looking at the counter, I realised I'm left with 45 days before flying off. Happy yet getting really anxious and worried. Meanwhile, I have to wait for the hand over of the house which earliest, will be in 2 weeks' time. I'll be then left with just one month to clean up the new house, do whatever needs to be done, pack up our things, move, unpack, clean up the old house for handing back to landlord. I think it's going to be a feat. I wonder how I am going to manage them all. In the meantime, I'm trying to help my sister-in-law with her wedding prep, something which I enjoy doing but I can do a better job if I don't have so many other things on my mind. Right now, I've only managed to pack 2 boxes. Yes, 2 miserable boxes. I should pick up speed and get going. Thankfully though, I have a supportive boss. She knows of my impending move and that I had been booked to go on a course which will take up 2 whole Saturdays this month. So she had kindly suggested that I miss them and go in September instead. I will also be on leave for 2 weeks end of the month to allow me to do some DIY. Better get my bottom off this chair now. Oh and Mike, please don't expect many decent meals from now on, K? Got to just quickly whip things up to fill up tummies.