I just got finished cleaning the house and rearranging furniture in our bedroom. I'm positive people would have laughed had they been given the opportunity to watch me move around a queen-size bed and two dressers all by myself. I remember moving around my room when I was younger, though, and I can't quite remember it being as difficult as it had been today. It could be that I am just getting weaker, older, and less youthful. How sad. The room looks good, might I add. I think Toby will be proud of me when he sees it this evening.
I think the idea to move the room around came from my boredom with how things were arranged and with the fact that our bed had been located on an exterior wall, which I think was cause for myself being fairly cold last night? Mainly I decided to move it around because I have missed six consecutive days of school now, due to wintry weather, and I was beginning to become bored with TV. Thank goodness! One can only take so many episodes of The Real Housewives of OC and No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain until the TV cannot satisfy your interest any longer. (I will say that Anthony Bourdain is far more beneficial and redeeming than the TRHOC. He has taken me to quite a few exotic, far-away lands on these past few days that I hardly feel as though I have been pent up inside this house for those hour-long episodes.)
I will be going back to school tomorrow, none the less, and I am actually looking forward to it. I will miss the extra time for sleep in the mornings. How is it that we can yearn and anticipate not working and then as soon as we get what we hope for, we want something else instead? Strange, very strange. I am looking forward to continue some much needed work on my New Year's Resolution.. that being contentedness.
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