I hate being late but I also hate being early. Both are wasted time. But as I get older the stress of worrying about being late is getting to me more so I try now to be early and then bring something with me. I don't think I would wait for than 15 minutes for someone. My schedule is usually too right, even on the weekends, I feel like stuff is planned. I do like parties where there is no pressure to arrive on time but you have to know the person/occasion. Today I'm headed to a birthday party for a friend, whom is super laid back, but it is her daughters party and I know she wants to start on time.

Calli! My sister in On-Timeness in a sea of southern Always Late All The Timers! I'm pretty used to it, but I hate that if god forbid I'm a few minutes late I feel like I'm totally called on it. Or maybe I'm projecting?

I am trying to be less of a stress case about time. There are some things I feel like you just have to be on time, but if timeliness is optional, I can learn to be less stressed about it. And it's way better for my marriage.

I signed the lease and took some pictures of the place empty which you should be able to see here.

Yay new place! You must be so relieved to have this settled, sumi!

Yay sumi!

Looks like a nice spacious apartment, sumi. Cool!

I agree! I hadn't realized you were in your other place for so long.

I third the, "It looks so spacious" sentiment. Of course, every empty place looks like that, but I really like the way the kitchen and living area are connected.

That's great for entertaining.

My kitchen is at the opposite end of my very long apartment from the dining table, so parties and visitors seem to cluster in the kitchen.

In me news, I seem to have potentially talked my way into taking over as the precinct captain in my neighborhood for the Board of Elections.

I don't even know what to think about that.

As I mentioned a bit ago, I decided not to complain because systems are the way they are for a reason and I have been so disillusioned with the local government that I just sighed and moved on.

When they said they would follow up I just thought, Yeahright. Sighed and moved on.

Today, I had an encouragingly productive (40 minute) conversation with a young man who TOTALLY gets the problems and wants to make the process better.

I have said that I want to be part of something wonderful. Maybe this is it.

Or. If the system _doesn't_ change and they don't replace the captain, I will at least feel as though I contributed what I could to the dialog.

It's put a smile on my face. Now, I need to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS.

I need to clean all the things, too, and yet here I sit in the comfy chair. Because it's a lovely spring Saturday, and if I'm not going to curl up with a book, I ought to be out playing in the park, not scrubbing the bathroom. Heavy sigh.

I'm sad that I don't have cleaners anymore. Once I pay off this credit card debt, I'm hiring them again. Because dang, they were worth it.