I am a rock. I am iiiiiisland.

I kind of wish that I could be excused right now too. From my wifely duties, I 'spose. See, I've gone to blog several times this week but froze up each time. Then, I thought about the week and about how little I've actually accomplished. One reason is that my brain is full. I'm so anxious about the running lists in my head that when I go to write it all down, I can't. And when I go to actually do tedious stuff like narrow my job search, etc, I can't. Nor can I do physical labor that doesn't require much thought, but that's due to something else completely. So yeah, I haven't done much of anything. Prior to this week, though, I'd done a helluva lot of work toward the move and trying to figure stuff out on my own, but these days my head kind of feels like it may explode. I think the best remedy would be to get on with it already. No more waiting - let's actually be able to do something concrete. Mmm hmm.

As for my not being able to do physical stuff, I hurt my shoulder on Labor Day. Dad was helping me move some furniture to refinish, and while I don't know exactly when it happened, later in the day I was in great pain. Thinking that it'd go away by the next day was a mistake, as the pain was no better. It hurt to get dressed, to turn the steering wheel in the car, to push myself up from leaning down to pet Molly. Through the week and with much advil, it's gotten better. I just haven't been able to work on packing stuff at all. I had a good opportunity to finally complete the reorganization of my storage unit and have it ready for the move, but I couldn't lift anything. That said, I really realize that it is just me. I can't really ask my parents to organize my stuff. It would be me directing their every move. Plus, Dad is still recovering from his shoulder surgery, and Jan's strength is minimal with her illness. Yeah, I knew before that without Joe, I only have myself. But until I got hurt, it didn't hit home completely: if I can't do stuff then it can't get done. That's just scary. Also, I haven't been able to lift at the gym. And that's just unfortunate.

So that's what's been up with me this week. I haven't talked to Joe since Monday and am missing him a lot, as usual. Before I left AZ, he got on Google Earth with this laptop and typed in a bunch of locations and saved it for me. Out of laziness I didn't immediately check it when I got back to MO, and then after thinking about it, I realized I wanted to save it for when I couldn't talk to him. Well, today I looked at the locations. He saved where he lived in France and had made a note that he wished I could have been there with him. Also, he saved everywhere we'd been together in Arizona and made little notes - our sushi restaurant, our mountain overlook, where I dropped him off in the mornings, the hotels we stayed in, his Dad's house, etc. It was awesome. And of course, when you click on the location, it zooms you in. I got to look back and be reminded of the last time we were together, which was really, really nice. My boy IS thoughtful, and I'm excited to tell him that I finally looked at everything. I guess it's already been about two months since I last saw him. Oh man.

But anyway. Nurse Jan says I can start lifting stuff again tomorrow, so that's exciting. Ready to, once again, show those other bitches at the gym what's up. Oh yes. And what's even more exciting is that regular season football has finally begun. Eagles vs. Rams on Sunday. GO EAGLES!!