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Mmm, what a nice conversation with Jen.

Hurry up and wait...

The movers are due to come to pack my apartment "sometime between eight and nine". I got up early, wrote only half my morning pages because I could not force myself to sit still, and then did a whirlwind pick-up of the apt, sorting out things I didn't want to have packed, and taking out a big bag of trash: old magazines and the like.

Now I'm just waiting. I don't really want to start anything, not even answering email, because they could arrive at any moment, yet I am not sure what else I could or should do to get ready. Maybe I'll wash the few dishes in the sink, and then ...what an idea. I can read a book!

They're here...

I'm sitting here writing email to Liz, while the moving men pack all my stuff. It means I can't do what I did yesterday morning, and would dearly like to do again, but it's still kind of fun to sit around doing nothing while other people work. I feel very decadent.

::yawn::

Well, they've been and gone, and the apartment is now a maze of stacked boxes. Only the computer and the plants and a few small things have been left out for me to use until the actual move tomorrow.

I've had a quite peaceful morning, really, answering email and reading a book (Maze of Worlds, by Brian Lumley) while the two men worked. Now I'm hungry and thirsty, and there's nothing in the place that's edible, so I'm going to go and get some food. I'll probably just walk down to Burger King, or perhaps Ponderosa.

Then I'll come back here, relax a bit more, and make a start on the cleaning before I try to find something to wear to Twelfth Night tonight. Hmmm...there are some clean clothes in the dryer at my house, I could get something there. Most everything else is either dirty or packed; I'll be doing laundry tomorrow. In my own washer/dryer.

Twelfth Night

That was lovely. I needed some ~culture in my life after all this cleaning and packing and manual labor. A nice little wine and cheese reception for Christine's University College friends, and a student production of Shakespeare. I'd never seen or read Twelfth Night before, so I really had to concentrate to catch some of the jokes--and my dirty mind made jokes where maybe there really weren't any, though Shakespeare is pretty damn' bawdy.

After lunch this afternoon I took a walk around the park and went shopping at the garden store--which occurred to me afterward could have passed for an artist date: the colors and shapes of the flowers were inspiring me to design my flowerbeds and garden. I didn't buy anything yet though, because I simply don't have time to garden yet, and also because I need to figure out where the sunny and shady parts are, and clean out the undergrowth before I'll know where I can put new plants.

It finally occurred to me to be surprised that I'm still able to connect to the 'net. I canceled my phone service here...but they apparently didn't realize that meant both lines! I'll have to call and straighten that out.