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Non-Stop Today From Start to Finish

Start the clocks, blogville, because I'm about to step off with the starter gun and head toward the finish line. References to a race are actually a joke where I'm concerned because I do not run. I did run one race once when I was in school but only because my teacher made me for track and field day. I lost.

This morning, I'll start by rushing to the store to buy a giant, plastic storage container that will come in handy a little later. Then I'll head to the usual Thursday-morning English class where we'll work on some knitting and take a spelling test and continue in the American history book, chapter 3. That ends at 11:30, at which time I'll hop in my car and drive an hour and a half to Eustacia's college. She takes her last final exam this morning, and then she has to pack up her dorm room and clear out.

We'll haul all of her stuff either to the curb or to my car, which we'll cram as full as possible, including the new plastic tub, and then we'll drive back home. I'm guessing she won't be as packed as I'd prefer, so this moving business could take some time. Once we're home, unload the car and find something for dinner, I'm scheduled to be at band rehearsal from 6:30 to 9:00, but I'm not sure I'll make it. Maybe for an hour or so.

I'll have to feed the cats somewhere in there and make sure a couple of little graphics jobs have made it to the right people and don't need any corrections, and I'll want coffee. And possibly a nap, not to mention I'll also have to practice my horn at some point because we have a big, hairy concert this weekend, and if I were to show up unprepared...well, let's just say I can't show up unprepared.

So, ready, set, go.

Comments

dive said…
Sounds like you're getting more than enough exercise to excuse you running, Robyn.
I love the line, 'I'm guessing she won't be as packed as I'd prefer …'.
Hee hee. Eustacia is a student. Of COURSE she won't be packed and ready!
It will be great to have her back home for a while though.
Enjoy (if you're not too pooped after all that rushing around).
10:17 AM
Eustacia said…
Mom, you must have more faith in your child. Of COURSE I will be packed. Although, there is only so much I can do without some plastic tubs...
12:35 PM
Madame DeFarge said…
I can't wait to hear the result of the race to the line.
5:02 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Phew! I'm exhausted just reading about it. Rest up a little, Robyn.
8:07 AM
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