So my HHE has been sitting around since its arrival 10 days ago, waiting to be stored in nooks and crannies. "Love me, unpack me and put me in my own special drawer!" each box seemed to cry. Realizing that there was just too much to attack in hour-long increments in the evenings after work, I decided that last weekend would be the best time to devote to figuring out where to put all of my stuff. And it's a lot - some things I never bothered to unpack in Riyadh (winter coats, long-sleeved shirts, extra linens), so many of these boxes I haven't seen since I graduated in 2007 (age alert!!). On Saturday, I channeled the spirit of General Pickett and attacked the piles of mess head-on, with about as much success as he had. The piles of crap sustained significant damage, but any semblance of victory on my part is Pyrrhic, as I dropped a shelf from a chest-of-drawers on my left foot and broke a bone.
The plus side: The break isn't serious enough to require a cast or even a boot; just careful handling and icing for a few weeks. An excuse to wear "business casual" at work for a week or two (khakis and tennis shoes, hellooooo comfort). An excuse to get out of heavy lifting in the office for a while - this certainly preempts me from organizing the 4th of July event for 2011, right? Acquiring amusing nicknames, like Gimpy and Peg Leg.
The minus side: I broke a freaking bone! Not badly, but still. Being the neurotic planner that I am (as my coworkers can attest) I'm looking three decades in the future and seeing horrific, crippling arthritis in my left foot.
Oh well. It could have been a lot worse. Plus, today I got final approval from our budget people to go to this event this weekend, which is totally awesome. (Scaling the cliff face will be fun with the foot, but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.)