Dude. Busy.

This week has been a hairy one. Things started out normally enough. with the typical amount of crazy-person-juggling-too-many-projects-too-many-social-activities-and-too-much-baby-simultaneously, until I found out on Wednesday, very unexpectedly, that I was going to be flown out to Los Angeles to "take a meeting". I'm not going to delve into the "what that is" yet, since I don't know if it's "going to be anything" yet, but let me tell you, considering "it might be nothing" it has totally thrown my schedule for a loop!!

Yes. This is what LA looks like in my mind. Yes. I am a dork.

This past weekend, we were meant to be doing the final move out of the barn up at Fox Ridge (Yes. We're not done up there. Let's not talk about it too much. It's giving me anxiety. The gist: they gave us an additional month to move out of the barn after our closing-- I think because they could see it would be futile to insist we were out of there sooner.) BUT I was also slated to move the rest of my stuff out of my old office on Wednesday (NO. I also wasn't done in there. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. IT'S GIVING ME ANXIETY!!!) so when I found out that I was spending most of my week in Los Angeles, I decided to shelve the barn move and tackle the office move this past weekend, since the people who bought our little house are far more flexible/merciful/generally pleasant than the unabashed crook who used to rent us our office. (No. That has not been a New York love story.)

Yes. That's a bike on the right side. 

So, I spent the majority of the weekend boxing everything up in my office and making a major push to get everything out of there and into the new office space. Right now things are extremely disorganized in the new space (I think I just heard super-sonic-assistant Emily grimace from miles away...) but I have high hopes that I'm going to get things squared away next week when I get back. (Was that the sounds of Emily's middle finger I just heard?!?!)

In the meantime, I'm going to take the big plunge, fly out to LA, put my best foot forward (not in my mouth, fingers crossed), and enjoy my free flight out to visit my brother and our West Coast friends, even if I don't become the next Martha Stewart.

As Mummy always says, "It's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick!"