An old joke my mom told me when I was a kid:
A mother has twins, one of whom is a complete optimist and the other a complete pessimist. She takes the kids to a therapist who separates them. The pessimist was put into a room filled with toys. The optimist led into a room with horse shit. A half hour later, the therapist looks into the room with toys and the pessimist. He hadn't touched a one. "I'll break something," he said. Then the therapist looks in on the optimist, who's virtually swimming in the shit. "What are you doing?" the therapist asked. The kid says, "With all this poop, there must be a pony in here somewhere."
I spent part of the morning looking for my pony.
-- Because I had only started unpacking, I have much less packing to do.
-- My Hayward friends are all beautiful people, as were friends in my previous 11 cities.
-- It's warming up to 20 degrees above from 20 below. With wind, it's worse. You can't imagine how good 20 degrees feels especially with the sun peeking out.
-- I get to meet more people, bankers, Realtors, debt collectors. It adds to the cornucopia of humans in my life.
-- Like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive.
But it's tiring. My exhaustion level is through the roof. As long as I have one over my head.
I plan to sleep in Saturday morning, get a late breakfast and work for a while at the newspaper. Then I'll return home to pack until I'm exhausted. Thankfully, I have some Jack's pizza in my freezer. (I have a thing for that cheap stuff. When I was in college, a grocery store in Eau Claire regularly held sales where 10 Jack's pizzas cost $10. It's the taste of my youth.)
Peace and a pony unto all of you my brothers and sisters.