Miles has the endearing patience of a child...it's one of his more adorable qualities, so I can't bring myself to make fun of it.
He returned from the conference on Saturday evening with a muse-like "We might move into an office soon." He said it with a sort of hushed, breathy statement...so, naturally, I shelved it with his other hushed, breathy statements of "I'm going to buy a brand new car" and "We're going to live in a huge house". You know, the not in this decade file.
He mentioned it again on Sunday with more resolve, enough for me to take it out of the not in this decade file and move it to the maybe at the end of this month file.
Sunday night, I decided to really challenge myself during my jog around the lake. I did sprinting intervals over 5 miles' distance. I knew my legs would be sore the next day, but I figured, "Hey, I have an office job, I don't haftah move if I don't wanna." I took a shower, we watched a movie...we had a lazy night.
Monday arrived with the doldrums...well maybe not that negative of a vibe, but we were dealing with a spotty Time Warner internet connection and we were unable to work. Instead of goofing off like any self-respecting computer geek would have, Miles called an associate to say, "We'll take the office. Can we move in today?"
So we loaded up 2 vehicles with computer supplies, books, etc., expecting that we could just move all of our stuff over there and only miss a half-day of work. My legs groaned with every trip up and down the stairs, but as the muscles warmed up, the stiffness went away and at least I could execute basic walking without wincing!
We arrived at the new place only to discover that it was going to take some elbow grease before we could really settle in. Anxious to get the project underway, we headed to Applebee's to fuel up before purchasing painting and cleaning supplies. Then, off to Wal-Mart. We let Jason push the cart...we find he's good for the laborious jobs. He has more of a sedate pace than my long-legged husband or I have, so often we'd find him lollygagging behind us, not a care in the world. It was special. Our wee one.
Two Gallons of paint later, we had freshly painted offices. Mmmm, paint! The most enjoyable segment of the evening was when Jason took our vacuum cleaner to the hallway. Above the thunderous whir of cleaning prowess I still heard the wonderment in his voice as he exclaimed, "This thing really sucks!"
We finished up the paint and cleaning project by 9 or 10 at night. Confident that we would soon find comfort in a warm bath and a soft bed, my legs and I hurriedly exited the building. Alas, it was not to be. Miles was determined to finish the job last night...
By 2:30 the office furniture was moved over. We called it a night then, which was good because I really DID have the doldrums by that time. My USB hard drive (circa 2001) died. This is really really bad news. This hard drive's data is my alpha and omega—my sun and moon. My everything. Well not my everything...but it's very important stuff.
Aside from the sentimental storage of chat conversations Miles and I exchanged while we were dating long-distance and the 10gigs of LEGAL* mp3's, Every single source image that I have ever created resided on that drive. Miles is nearly certain that the information is unharmed and that a data recovery firm could restore the data. That means lots of these: $$$$$$$$$$. The restoration of that data is worth it...the restoration of my source graphics alone would be worth it. Dead Presidents need to visit the inside of my wallet like...NOW!
