Hello from the Pacific Northwest! We
barely made it to Portland last night. I coughed, sneezed and loudly made my way through two packets of tissue on our flight here, which I’m sure my seat-mates just loved. Really was wishing I had a SARS mask to cover my heinousness. Yet we managed to find a Wendy’s (take that, healthy, organic diet), get to our tiny corporate apartment safely and are almost all unpacked.
As much as I’d love to be out exploring, this flu just won’t quit. Oh, and the rain was coming down sideways for the better part of the morning. So here is my view from my
prison cell room:
We are staying in the Pearl, a charming little patch of the city filled with shops, coffee houses and streetcars, until we buy our home. Despite my health’s (and the ceaseless rain’s) best efforts to keep me in, I think I’m going to see some houses with our agent tomorrow. Until then, it’s bed, tea and reading. Something I actually don’t mind when I’m healthy, but right now it’s torture. hoping to be 100% tomorrow. Or at least 75%. Can’t wait to get out in our new city!
Hope you feel better tomorrow. 🙂
Thanks, darling. Moving and being sick are a terrible combo.
Ugh! Feel better quick! We did the same thing 6 months ago moving from Texas to California. I was sick before we left, drove 2000 miles to our company temp housing, and got even worse sick. From one who did it: don’t over do!
Thanks, sweetheart. It was such a downer, as I’m sure you can imagine.
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