Well, Jason arrived safely back in St. Louis this evening. And I'm off to Chicago tomorrow. It was nice to see him in passing, though. I've spent the past week extremely busy getting our St. Louis home ready to sell. This has involved several all day kamikaze cleaning sessions, meetings with realtors, and endless amounts of running errands. I'm on alert because now that the house is listed, I could get a call giving me only a 2-3 hour warning that I need to leave the house, with the dog, and have it be ready to be viewed by strangers. After walking through the house and looking at it through the eyes of a person looking at it for the first time, I realized that we have some strange things... like a cat scratching post in the middle of the hallway. Some might find it gross to keep you cat food bowl up on the kitchen counter (in order to keep the dog from constantly eating the cat's food). I've moved the cat food bowl down to the basement, and Tweed is not happy about it.
I'm off to Chicago to visit 2 of my dearest friends from High School-Jenny P and Liz. Jenny is the first of the bunch to be turning 30. I need to go watch Jenny turn 30 to see how to handle this situation (the turning 30 situation, that is) because it will be my turn soon. I decided when I was 26 that 26 was the perfect age, and if given the choice, that was the age I would like to remain always. Liz said that same thought occurred to her when she was 27. Yet, somehow 3 more years have gone by since I was the perfect age of 26. I can't wait to take a break from my ever-growing, endless to-do lists and just enjoy some time with my friends.
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Ha! I just saw this. So, how'd I do? Twenty-four was always my perfect age, but a month and a half into 30, this just might be my best year yet :)
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