Fretting and Eating and Road-Tripping

I feel like I”m getting behind on the move. Granted, our lease hasn’t started yet, and we purposefully have our two leases overlapping for two full weeks to lower the stress of this move, but still – I fell like we’re behind. Which is to say, we haven’t packed ONE thing yet. Not one. Coupled with my current attitude re: cleaning (why bother, we’re moving!), I’m starting to wonder if we’ll get everything done.

Insert Mr. Martini’s Voice o’ Reason: Chill out SpaceCase. It’ll get done, because it has to.

Which is true, of course.

Knowing this weekend was going to be the last non-move-centered weekend we’d have for awhile, I treated myself with a trip to the Southern Indiana Fiber Arts Fair. I didn’t stay long or even buy anything, but it was nice to take a wee road trip on a gorgeous October Saturday.

Then, to celebrate our anniversary, Mr. Martini and I went to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner. It was one of those places where you sit around the grill, and the chef prepares the food right in front of you. I had never been to one of those restaurants before, and it was so much fun! I think because Mr. M and I are deep-down performers, we felt the urge to applaud after each and every trick. The other folks at the table were a little more subdued, so we curbed our enthusiasm a bit. I definitely want to go back, though.

I did manage to enjoy these diversions without fretting about the move. Maybe that is what is making me fret now – that I was so able to put the move out of my mind so completely.

Oh, for Pete’s sake. Maybe tonight I’ll just pack a box and get over myself.