The WR

So the town doesn’t come close to resembling the OC, but hey, it is the WR, and we’re finally here. Yes, just like the 1976 Barry Manilow tune goes, “looks like we made it.” Dale enjoyed singing this one when we rolled into town after a full 2.5 days of driving. (He always makes the most of every opportunity to educate me on the more refined music of the 1970s.)

Anyway, so I’m taking a few minutes tonight to finally make a post. Unfortunately, just like every other night since we’ve arrived, we're both exhausted. Been working hard and finally, we feel like we’re getting settled … as in the boxes are mostly gone (organizing of course seems to be the never-ending project), learning our jobs, and most importantly, establishing our routines. Almost used to the heat and humidity, although exercising in it still wipes me out (could’ve fallen asleep waiting at the stop light on the way home from work today – phew). It’s all about the morning workout now.

Time to lounge on the couch and catch the rest the Yankee game. Unfortunately, the boys are going to lose tonight.

Renae out ...