Since my last post on Saturday, I've just been busy living day-to-day life. Nothing exciting to blog about. Between waking up at 6am every morning and going to bed anytime between 10pm and midnight this week, my activities include some writing, reading blogs and news, the daily 4-5 times chore of cleaning up after Rusty, feeding him and the goldfish, fetching Caitlin from school, monitoring her homework, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and attempting to pack up stuff to move.
Where does all the time go? I sometimes marvel at others who seem to be able to pack much more in a day. Or is it just an illusion that others seem to achieve more?