Tired

After a marathon bout of driving this weekend, I feel entitled to some rest. I have a ton of things I need to be doing: my room looks like a hurricane passed through it. I was frantically going through clothes in my early morning packing session the day of my trip. Said clothes also need to be washed and sorted for summer. Oh, and I need to go to the store. I'm out of stuff. Like laundry detergent.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to get my ass in gear. It's 3:25...the day is half over and I've just been sitting here, catching up on email and blogging. I think I'm in a transition period. Part of me doesn't want to acknowledge that I'm home yet--part of me is still in Tidewater. Hopefully my two selves will merge by the end of the night.

I'm proud of my driving skills. I drove about 4 hours on Friday to get to Tidewater (traffic was a factor--it usually doesn't take that long). It took less than 3 hours of driving to get back to Northern Virginia yesterday, rapidly followed by another hour and 45 minutes of driving to get to my friend's house in St. Mary's County, MD. Then, due to some "issues" with my friend's car, I end up having to drive us to the naval air show and back, which involved numerous stops up and down Rte. 5, for a total of I'd say...another 90 minutes of driving. Then back home last night...another hour and 30 minutes.

So basically, almost 12 hours of driving this weekend. For someone who doesn't go anywhere, that's a LOT! I put almost 1000 miles on my car the last few days. I'm not complaining. It was worth it. But procastination and "to do" lists be damned...

I'm tired.