Thank you, friends, for your support yesterday. At one point in the morning, between schlepping most of the boxes out to the van (We packed the van and Doug's car and Geoff had to ride with a box on his lap. We had many discussions about owning too many clothes and not eating groceries that I brought.) and cleaning the floor of the bathroom -- with swiffer wipes, I'm not nuts -- I leaned on my broom and read a few of your comments. They kept me going, so I thank you.
After noon we met the new landlord to get the key and saw the new apartment for the first time. It was clean, thank goodness. It's in an eleven-floor (he's on the 11th floor) enclosed secure building. It's still a campus apartment (and it's expensive) but at least it's not dirty and it's in a safe location on the campus. It sits right on the river that runs through campus, has a nice green space, and is just minutes from the agriculture campus where his classes are. I am well pleased. He sounded happy today and I know that his roommates have been on his nerves for a while. I'm sure he's been on their nerves, too.
I came home around 5 in the afternoon to a messy kitchen. Why was I surprised, you ask? I don't know. Maybe because my husband was home all afternoon, but mostly the mess was the boys'. I wasn't happy. I went to the shower and then faced the kitchen (after issuing dire warnings that were mostly ignored). I fixed dinner and then sat knitting with my feet in epsom salt water, while watching the American Colony (My one show that I recently started watching -- interesting. That's all I'll say.).
I went to bed around 10 and read for a while. My legs were so jumpy I was afraid I'd have trouble sleeping. I took two Tylenol PM and turned out the lights. Some people, who shall remain nameless, woke me repeatedly while
In the last three weeks since I cut wheat out of my diet I have had, every night, to some degree, restless legs. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? Last night was one of the worst. I don't know if I was overtired, if I overexerted myself yesterday, sweat too much. Whatever it was it was bad. I wanted to throw that bar of soap at someone.
Any readers get restless legs? I never did until a few weeks ago.