I Have An STD…
…Seasonal Transition Disorder, that is.
When I got home from work tonight, it was 70 degrees outside and about 55 degrees inside my house. It will be like this for a month or so until the temperatures stabilize a little and remove the interior winter chill. That means when I’m working in and out of the house after work or on the weekends, I need to wear a T-shirt outdoors and a sweatshirt indoors. (In fact I had to change clothes in the process of writing this blog, which I started writing in a notebook while on the front porch and finished inside on the computer.)
It was bad enough back when I had dressers and armoires (before my moving sale) in which to store all my clothes, but now all of my spring and summer attire is packed in giant, vacuum-sealed space bags. They’re clear, so I can (mostly) see what’s inside, so this morning when I decided a spring skirt was in order, I had no problem finding what I was looking for. I wasn’t so lucky this evening, however, when I decided I had to take advantage of the warm weather and go for my first walk-run of the season. (You know, just in case I’m here when the Lake Freebird Triathlon comes up in July, NOT!)
I opened three space bags (all of which are slippery plastic and were originally stacked precariously on top of one another) and pulled out several various items of clothing before I remembered that I had intelligently “packed” my workout clothes into a small laundry basket for convenient future access. Except that the laundry basket was now serving as part of the “structure” supporting the pile of space bags.
I got to my workout clothes, eventually. Now I have a colossal re-packing disaster on my hands. The good news is that it’s all located in the second bedroom, behind closed doors where I don’t have to look at it. As far as potential house buyers are concerned (c’mon spring!), that particular room is only half-painted and is only furnished with the afore-mentioned clothes as well as boxes clearly marked “not for sale,” so in my opinion, it will be viewed as a work-in-progress, just like me. Just like life.
I did go for a run by the way. I really would have preferred a bike ride but, well, there was that moving sale waaayyy back in December…