I spent the day over at L's. Round about 4, we decided to hide the eggs for the kids. It was very successful and nice to just hang out with them and another couple (who turn out to live only a few blocks from the new place.)

I came home and packed the three boxes from L.

I'm afraid I am at the what-the-fuck stage of packing. The I-don't-know-how-to-pack-this. The odds and ends stage. The I'm not packing that yet. The HOLY GAWD my apartment is a mess and a hazard and filthy and ACK stage.

I did know someone who grew up in Vacaville, and wrote a song about getting the fuck out of there, so.

Vacaville is one of the teams we beat in Sectionals last year.

I recently learned that Vacaville is named for a guy named Vaca (not, I think, Cabeza de Vaca, but I'm not sure) and not for cows.

Oh snap -- they already moved Kings to Saturdays, as of now. Bummer.

I think the chaos is getting to Devi. She's being especially mean to Loki after weeks and weeks where it was getting better. She nailed him across the nose just now, and she hasn't done that in ages. Poor kitten. Uhg.

So, due to my lack of shows at the moment, I'm watching Dateline. They're talking about something happening in a casino (doesn't matter what), and they show some dramatic blackjack while they talk over it. The only problem is, what they show is someone doubling down on eleven (always double down on eleven!), but the next card they get is an ace. That's the worst! Not at all a lucky deal. I think not what they were going for there.

I'm sad about Kings. I've got the whole family hooked now.

I'm having a moment of I took too big a bite fear. I want to crawl into bed and have someone else deal with the next two weeks.

But I can't and I won't and it'll be fine.

It will be fine. You will continue to freak out, but it will be fine.

You will continue to freak out, but it will be fine.

Yes, exactly.

I whacked my ankle riding today and I think I should have iced it right away. Ow! Ice (er...frozen artichokes) on it now.