I was fixing a very simple problem with a toilet here at the new house when I turned it into a much more difficult problem: I tightened a bolt to the point where the tank cracked. And that’s when I about cracked, too. The enormous stress I’d been under the past few days came to a head. One moment it seemed I was finally catching up on my tasks, and then I put myself two steps back.
Kelly and I have one habit in common (at least one, anyway), and that’s our compulsion to unpack as soon as a trip (or a move) is over. When we get back in town, we can’t rest until all bags are unpacked. The same goes for a move, but now we’ve got a hundred boxes surrounding us and precious few hours to unpack them.
Just having them still around keeps my blood pressure elevated. I find it hard to rest when our house is half-there. The result is what I got tonight: sloppy work. I decided to stop working after that and get to bed. That’s where I’m heading now.