The mysterious high-pitched whistling (on campus) has doubled in frequency over the past few days. Odd.
I was awakened from slumber this morning by massive construction efforts outside my window. It's still going. I'm not really sure what the crews are attempting, but it sounds (and feels) as if a thousand tanks are rolling in to do battle with Sanford Hall.
Something tells me that all of this is the precursor of what promises to be an unforgettable weekend. After all, nothing quite beats moving your worldly possessions in freezing rain. Ah well...I'm headed to Cumming later this afternoon in an attempt to beat the icky stuff. By tomorrow afternoon, my family will (hopefully) be moved into a new house. I plan on heading back down to Milledgeville later Saturday evening to finish up my theory project and other assignments. Ha...who am I kidding? We'll probably be iced in until Sunday. :-p It has been a while since we've had an ice storm, but it's particularly bad timing, so I'm not sure how I feel about it. Hehe.
Tomorrow I'm leaving my home of nineteen years for forever. There have been so many people who have walked in and out of those doors...so many memories made and shared...so many experiences...so many years... I can't think about that now – it's too sad. I'll think about it later. Okay. I'm off to do laundry before heading out. I hope everyone has a spectacular weekend. Much love.
1 comment:
i wish all that loud stuff would have woke me up friday morning, i slept through my only class :( well depending on how you look at it it coulda been :)
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