I’m doing to myself what I tend to do to my lawn mower. I push it and push it and push it until it starts spittin’ and sputterin’ and then I push it harder and faster to get every last ounce of work out of it til it finally runs out of gas and dies. Only then will I give it more fuel.
Right now, I’m at the spittin’ and sputterin’ stage.
And rather than take the time to refuel, I keep pushing myself. ‘Cause who the heck has time to refuel?
We have hundreds of guests with very few people to take care of them. They’re not going home, so I’m not going home. At least not for long.
Yesterday my chest began rattling. Today I’m coughing and sneezing and achy and just plan blah. Hubby thinks I’ve worn myself down from working so much.
I’m thinking the flu bug is what’s making me feel so worn down while I’m working so much.
We may never know.
In better news, we got the appraisal back today! Appraisal lady thinks it’s worth more than we originally thought. We’ve sent the appraisal to the could-be-buyers and asked them to shoot us a number.
Not sure I want a quick response. What if we like the number and sell it to them? I doubt they’ll want to move in with us, which means we’ll have to pack all our sh*t up and move it… somewhere….
Oh, we’re not THAT bad, but we’ve definitely acquired a bunch of stuff in the last 15 years.
Guess we’ll get through it the same way I got through my sickly
run trot this morning. One step at a time.