Dog Days of Winter

I've decided we're in the dog days of winter (despite only being 16 days into Winter).  We just want to be outside. We just want it to be lighter earlier in the morning and later at night (I'm sure I'll change my tune when GMac is waking up with the sun - some days we can get him to sleep later because the sun isn't awake yet).

We're inching closer and closer to the move. 28 days until closing, but who's counting?

Apparently, I am, my friend. 

The last three days I have made a list of a few things to pack.  The last three days I have packed nothing. But, I've scheduled movers, and the moving of the swing set, and the moving of the internet (the most important part), so I'm making progress.  I'm also thinking about how I'm going to pack things.  All mega blocks in one box, all little people in another, merge the duplos... you get the idea.

Monkey is going to help pack some of her books, "but not her favorites and not her Bible because her Bible is one of her favorites." When she says things like that (and isn't yelling at her brother) I realize we're doing something right with this parenting gig.

Our DirecTV is dying today or tomorrow. We've "cut the cord" (such a dumb saying) and went with DirecTV Now because those are all the channels we watch anyway for $100 less a month. Basically we're going back to life without a DVR.

I'm having issues getting into reading so far this year.  I'm slowly (like a literal snail's pace) working my way through My Life in France. It's good and informative but I'm having problems with it.  I really want an easy British chick-lit read.

I've biked 6 days in a row. Going for the big 7 tomorrow!

Our dishwasher is fixed.  It's always bittersweet when you get appliances fixed because while you're glad they're working again you're also thinking "does it really cost that much to straighten out the drain hose?"

Happy Friday, y'all!