sleep is definitely for sissies

Right now I'm resenting the fact my body falls asleep on me. Long before I'm mentally ready for bed, long before my motivation and enthusiasm to keep moving fades, long before I'm ready to give up the chase for the carrot at the end of that stick, my body peters out, forcing me to yawn and sigh and eventually sleep, wasting countless precious hours of productivity.

Status update: we've so far managed to get the van unloaded, buy paint for the girls' rooms, put all the beds together in their respective rooms, moved the piano from the front entryway back into the living room, and set the dining room tables and chairs back up. Every piece of furniture has been outfitted with nylon sliders or felt feet, and it's actually beginning to feel like a home again. Tonight we'll endeavor to a) put the couch, chair, and sideboard back in the living room and dining room, and b) start the process of 'putting away' which I'm sure will prove the most arduous task yet, far more exhausting than simply moving pieces of big furniture. Quantity vs. size. All those socks and undies, all those cups and saucers, all those books and knick-knacks...

When I get sick of moving and putting, I'll probably take a break to water my poor plants, and maybe even wash the sawdust off of them.