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Wednesday I worked a viciously long day at work, but Thursday I was free to have lunch with my former PI, pick up new glasses - for the first time in a long time, I have prescription sunglasses! - and pack while socializing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hourglasscreate. I sent her home with boxes of random stuff I never want to see again. I paid for my Thursday by working Saturday, but weekend work days are really nice, there's less competition for space and resources. Friday night I did happy hour - I was expecting not much turnout, and thirteen people showed up!
Saturday night I ate four biscotti-like treats with two cups of tea and passed out for eleven hours. I think this moving thing is getting to me.
I keep getting rid of things: todaysamthereaderman took a trunk-full of books off my hands and helped me dispatch a pile of clothes and miscellany to Goodwill. Two hours later, I can see half a dozen small items I missed. My "missing" bus reading popped up under a subsiding pile of empty boxes this morning; the afternoon surge has covered it again. I need to decide if I'm risking my LCD in the mail, or selling it on DC Craiglist and buying a similar model on SF Craigslist. And so forth. My goal is to be living out a suitcase and boxes by Sunday night, so I can vacuum Monday morning and spend a day and a half screwing around and knocking off my DC to-do list. It is a very short list. Seriously: when Wegmans is high on the list, it's time to move.
Wednesday I worked a viciously long day at work, but Thursday I was free to have lunch with my former PI, pick up new glasses - for the first time in a long time, I have prescription sunglasses! - and pack while socializing with
hourglasscreate. I sent her home with boxes of random stuff I never want to see again. I paid for my Thursday by working Saturday, but weekend work days are really nice, there's less competition for space and resources. Friday night I did happy hour - I was expecting not much turnout, and thirteen people showed up! Saturday night I ate four biscotti-like treats with two cups of tea and passed out for eleven hours. I think this moving thing is getting to me.
I keep getting rid of things: today
samthereaderman took a trunk-full of books off my hands and helped me dispatch a pile of clothes and miscellany to Goodwill. Two hours later, I can see half a dozen small items I missed. My "missing" bus reading popped up under a subsiding pile of empty boxes this morning; the afternoon surge has covered it again. I need to decide if I'm risking my LCD in the mail, or selling it on DC Craiglist and buying a similar model on SF Craigslist. And so forth. My goal is to be living out a suitcase and boxes by Sunday night, so I can vacuum Monday morning and spend a day and a half screwing around and knocking off my DC to-do list. It is a very short list. Seriously: when Wegmans is high on the list, it's time to move.