Update, or Why I'm Still Here.

I should have been driving through Boise right now, instead, I'm driving my way through a box of Kleenex- fast.  Yup, I'm still home, for the moment anyway because I'd already arranged to give up the apartment to my tenants TOMORROW.

Let's take a look at my checklist, shall we?

• Do every piece of laundry so it's ready to be packed. (check)
• Fold & pack clothes. (not so check)
• Separate out important paperwork to have on hand for trip, and pack/recycle/shred the rest (not even pretending to check)
• Do a sweep of leftover stuff in the apartment for things I've forgotten to pack. (Nope. Seeing a trend?)
• Pack remainder of things to be brought along. (oooog...)
• Pack up car. (moooaaaannnn...)
• Take out garbage & recycling. (*collapses*)

I don't know what's going to happen. My folks have offered to put me up for a few nights & put the cats in a kennel, but my Dad's recovering from complications with his surgery, and I don't want to give him the plague. And there's the fact that I can't even freaking get out of bed to do all the things I need to do!

*Spaz!* *Freak-out* *TANTRUM!!* *Smash!*

Ok, so all of those shenanigans were in name only as I can barely sit up, so unfortunately smashing is definitely out of the question. Turns out several other people (that I know of) have since caught Mike's flu- he's like the effing monkey from the movie Outbreak.

Enough complaining, I'm going to have a(nother) nap, and things will just have to sort themselves out.