Trailer Wife

Sigh.

It's not too surprising I guess. It was a week to the day that we had arrived in Fairbanks and things had finally slowed down enough for me to take a breath - and I sort of sputtered. Being on the move for the last two months has been mind-numbing for both of us. There was always something to do, to plan, to buy... but now we are HERE. And we are actually looking at this New Life between the eyes.

It doesn't help that Gus has been having a few challenging days. And I haven't written or exercised in, oh, MONTHS. And that I am still exhausted from our trip from one side of the world to the other.

Poor Sam. Good thing he loves to Talk Seriously.

The day wasn't completely ruined. We went on a nice walk through a system of trails built around campus (also the locale of my run this morning) - clapping our hands around every corner to let the Moose know we were coming. And then we had a delish dinner at The Pump House, a quaint Alaska-themed restaurant complete with tin siding and a massive stuffed Grizzly at the entrance. I bought Sam a new Blu Ray disc (Terminator 2), and Gus got him a set of wireless surround sound headphones so he can actually enjoy watching it. He bought himself a cigar.

On the bright side... Launching into a new routine this morning (Ah, Monday!) is making me feel slightly better. I begin a graduate writing class on the 9th of September, the gym opens at the end of the month, and the new tactic of duck-taping the dummy to Gusser's PJs seems to be working.

As if I don't have enough to obsess about, today is Day One of The Dreaded Diet. I was up at 6:00 AM, ran for 45 minutes, had a healthy breakfast, and now I'd like to go finish off the rest of Sam's birthday cake, but will do some laundry instead.