My sister and her fam are moving to Austin this weekend, and no one except for me can actually be at the house tomorrow, so I drive there tonight in time for the gas company to turn on the gas. They’re supposed to show up between 8 am and 5 pm, which probably means 5:30 pm. Someone over 18 needs to be there. That someone is me.

I then fly to Little Rock that night at 7:30 – or earlier if the gas people show up earlier – to help my brother-in-law load the moving van. Then, on Saturday, we make the 10-hour drive to Austin. Meanwhile, my sister and mom will drive down with the kids that morning and arrive before my brother-in-law and I do.

Still with me?

I help unload and unpack until Sunday at 7, when I go to my college band’s drummer’s wedding. I haven’t seen him in about two years so I’m really excited to see him and everyone else.

Then, Monday, if I’m lucky, I hope to ride my bike. I’ll have the new 29er with me and it would be nice to throw it around the Austin trails. I christened it Tuesday at – where else – Memorial Park, the first place I ever went mountain biking (sans the mountain). After a few minor tweaks here and there I think I’ve got everything dialed in just right.

Oh, and before I leave for Austin tonight, I need to drive my mom to their airport so she can get to Little Rock in time to drive down with my sister on Saturday. My ETA for Austin is 9 pm at which point I plan to eat and crash. I wanted to see my friend’s husband’s brother-in-law’s band (huh?), but alas, it will have to be another time.

You are now fully apprised of my life in all of it’s mind-numbing glory and I instruct you to proceed here (SFW). I think I have a new “thing” to say now.