Breathing.

Sitting here at my desk at my dayjob, my last day here.

Also, texting about last supper plans tonight with some close friends: after 7 years sharing meals, vacations, and babysitting, they moving and we'll have to figure out how to live without them.

I'm just kind of breathing through this day. So, when Tracie posted this on twitter, I decided to put it on repeat:



(... because tomorrow I get on a flight to Kansas City for Spectrum Live, and then when I get home, we are packing up the last of our boxes and moving. (again.))

Breathe.