Exhausted

This weekend we moved in to the new house.

No sleeping in, no rest for the weary. 

Just packing, moving, unpacking, cleaning, laundry, unpacking, organizing, cleaning, unpacking, laundry...

We still have a lot of work to do before it is photo worthy, but here is a quick shot of our huge, lovely, sunny, did I mention HUGE?, kitchen:

Also, can I lament for a moment about how it is already July??  That means our weekends are booked solid for five weeks in a row.  It means Allison comes home.  It means I can relax by my new pool.  It means my next round of half training starts, a 10K in 2 weeks, farmers markets are in full swing, wedding season is over after this week for the Goodwins, and our house needs to be in tip-top shape for our party in 3 weeks.

Saying I am slightly overwhelmed is an understatement; it is not yet 9 am and I have heartburn.

Thank you, Mr. G for parking in a way that trapped me between
Sam the Silvarado and this bug filled bush.

Love, peace, and Happy (almost) 4th,

Granny