tired!

Okay, so clearly I am not superwoman. The thought of keeping everything spotless day after day while prospective renters and termite inspectors view my house (wondering what the inspector will say about the wooden shower tomorrow...), not to mention sorting and packing while holding my toddler (who seems to have the flu), AND dealing with a leaking washer and a dryer that doesn't dry very fast b/c it vents into the attic is enough to leave me flat on the floor.

OTOH, my sister in law (who is one of the NICE librarians, take that, Alcatraz) sent me a signed copy of Calamity Jack from the Texas librarian's conference she went to, so life isn't all bad...