That was also a rather beautiful sign...

You gotta love those little ratty motels off the side of 95. The clerks don't speak a lick of English, they do know the correct color of paper. It must be green. That musty room was a godsend. We are down to about 5 more boxes. I must be one sick chick, because the first thing I did was hook up my computer. Addiction? I mean achoo. God bless me. This move was so brutal. We didn't plan on moving so soon since we thought we were settled in Georgia. Wrong! So much stuff. Too much stuff. Our little basement apt is starting to look like our home. I literally can't do anymore tonight. I am done. I have to get up early. I have a few job interviews that I want to check out before I sign my name in blood at Denny's. Both are right across the street from my house. I could walk to work. That is the intriguing part. Plus, I am cheap and don't want to pay for gas. Less of a carbon imprint and whatnot. I try to do my part. I must lay down on the bed and close my eyes. I am content but exhausted. Thanks to all who kept me in their prayers. I will update comments and hit every one's blog in the early am. when I am at my best. Peace to all.