Next To Last

So it’s my next to last day of work. And I’m waiting for a phone call. A phone call for what? From one of our techs down in Anchorage so I can finish up two projects for JO. And then that’s it. Finnito. Done.

I’m happy.

And I’ve managed to avoid CB this whole week. So far. Which means, I haven’t told her that the grasswater way we surveyed last week has to be redone still. AR is the only one who knows… unless she passed the word on. JO, though, doesn’t even seem to care about that particular project. He’s concerned about processing survey data for later design use on the previously mentioned two projects.

Which makes me laugh because everyone’s priorities are their own and not shared.

My place is basically bare. My cupboards are empty. I have a bookshelf, couch, and tv left to handle. Plus the minor things laying around that haven’t found a box yet. I think I’ve done well. I need to call my LL though and set up a meeting time with him. I want my deposit back before I leave. He’ll also prorate the two extra days of leaving early, so I’ll get part of my rent back. AR is coming over saturday to help me move the big items and then, that’s it.

My mother flies in 1249AM on Tuesday. I’ve got a hotel room booked for then. And then for that, that’s it.

I will admit, compared to a couple of weeks ago, I am no longer feeling anxiety. I’m not even feeling excited. It’s like I’m numb or am just so tired, that my mind and body is shutting down everything except basic motor functions. Of course, that may be from the lack of eating properly.