Okay. Went to the gym, got boxes, set up book sale, packed, threw stuff away, wrote three articles, and wrote a blurb.
I'd say it was Miller Time but I don't touch the stuff and my boss lets me drink on the clock anyway.
I think, today, I did okay.
Tomorrow I fix the bad draft of article #3, pick up my shiny new apartment keys, proofread "Lucky Day," and pack more. I may in fact blow off lifting weights and running in favor of hefting boxes. Or maybe I will go for a nice jog outside, if the weather's okay.
My god. It's full of stars.
We in the US of A spring forward a week from Sunday, by the way, for anybody still confused by the Bushian time adjustment. Soon my sunsets will be later and I will be getting up in the dark again.
Okay. That's all the books packed, except a few stragglers. The cat is enjoying the empty bookshelves. I have one of those Ikea bookcases divided up into cubes, and you can get an amazing amount of books into it, but I really need a couple more so that when I am at the new place I can reserve a cube in each for the cat's use. I suspect she will like that, especially if I make sure it's above dog nose level.
Tomorrow, I pack clothes. That will leave only geegaws, phneh, DVDs, and kitchen stuff for the rest of the week.
Now my most important decision for the rest of the evening is "Hot wings or pizza?"
I think pizza is winning. But I don't really expect to do much cooking this week, somehow, so it might be hot wings tomorrow.