bird-th

all moved in. a week and a few days now. finally we have internet and tv and hot water and a porch swing. all the essentials. and we're down to only a few boxes. literally. like 4. todd said there were 41 and a half (not sure what the half was) the day before the move. we packed another after that and i assume we finished the half off, putting us at 43. meaning i've unpacked (or otherwise stowed) 39 boxes in a week. pretty solid effort, if i do say so myself.

nested.

it's been five weeks since my broken arm and as my workouts have dwindled to merely cardio i'm curious about where i'll find myself strength-wise when i can finally get back in the gym properly. in the shower tonight i mused, 'can i still do a push-up?' so after i toweled off, and checked the door to make sure haley wasn't coming through (she would most certainly not approve), i dropped to the wet bathmat to give it a go. first attempt there was a strange clicking and i cut the movement short. but, i'm hard-headed if nothing else, and i gave it a second try. admittedly my nose didn't touch the floor and i didn't lock out my elbows (not that i could if i wanted to), but i'll be damned if i can't still do push-ups.

winged.

today i took todd to milledgeville for a week of band camp. though he's been leaving me every other weekend for over ten years now and away for multiple weeks every summer, it's the first time he's gone to camp. the camp is at a college and i have no fears for his safety or independence (despite milledgeville being home to the state's largest insane asylum), but since i drove away this afternoon i've found myself absolutely obsessed with curiosity about what he's doing at every minute. i have every confidence he's having a blast, but if i could be a fly on the wall, i'd happily risk the flypaper for the opportunity. despite the distance i feel closer to him than i have in years.

flight.

d: a breeze to ride on
b: wings to soar on
g: lift from my flock