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It has been a crazy week.
I have helped organize the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
takethatslash Big Bang, attended a master class on Hitchcock's Notorious with Guillermo Del Toro, taken Ros to her Tae Kwan Do class, done two TKD classes myself, gone to the coaches meeting for Ros' soccer club, attempted to get hold of all the parents on my team's roster, had a friend over for dinner, taken Ros for her six month eye checkup, driven north to my mom's, taken a trunkload of stuff from mom's basement to the local dump in the continuing crusade to clear out 45 years of junk, tried to figure out what we need to do for the Florida trip (in three more sleeps!), and tried to get everything done I need to before I take off on Tuesday.
I am knackered.
I'm totally ready for a vacation, though I fear 5 days in Disney World isn't going to be quite the relaxing time off I could use.
But the trip did push me to finally get the replacements for my much loved but ailing skull-and-crossbones Rocket Dogs, this lovely pair of red Converse sneakers.
I'm not necessarily admitting to anything, but a certain member of a British manband may have influenced my choice of footwear.
And now I think there's some collapsing in my immediate future.
I have helped organize the
takethatslash Big Bang, attended a master class on Hitchcock's Notorious with Guillermo Del Toro, taken Ros to her Tae Kwan Do class, done two TKD classes myself, gone to the coaches meeting for Ros' soccer club, attempted to get hold of all the parents on my team's roster, had a friend over for dinner, taken Ros for her six month eye checkup, driven north to my mom's, taken a trunkload of stuff from mom's basement to the local dump in the continuing crusade to clear out 45 years of junk, tried to figure out what we need to do for the Florida trip (in three more sleeps!), and tried to get everything done I need to before I take off on Tuesday.I am knackered.
I'm totally ready for a vacation, though I fear 5 days in Disney World isn't going to be quite the relaxing time off I could use.
But the trip did push me to finally get the replacements for my much loved but ailing skull-and-crossbones Rocket Dogs, this lovely pair of red Converse sneakers.
I'm not necessarily admitting to anything, but a certain member of a British manband may have influenced my choice of footwear.
And now I think there's some collapsing in my immediate future.
