Back home, and though I meant to accomplish much today--including the final layout for the new studio which I must begin putting together tomorrow--I ended up resting and sleeping most of the day. The other moves have been hard, but this one broke me. I'm mending, but I am definitely broken. Thank everything holy that it's The Last Time (knock on wood, salt over shoulder) that I'll have to move the studio. Dave had the worst of it last night coming into Austin in the fog and wet on I-35 with concrete construction barricades tightly bounding both lanes. It was harrowing watching him drive it, I can only imagine how tense he was doing it. Tomorrow we will find out if the buyers for the studio funded and wired their money or if I have to start the sale process all over again. I do have one buyer still waiting in the wings, but I am not even going to think about it--much less worry--for now.
Though it is only 10:00 and I napped this afternoon, I am exhausted and going to bed. I feel like a avery old woman tonight, creaking in every bone and joint. Let's hope tomorrow I get some bounce back in my bungee or it's going to be a long, hard week.