Back in the office for a day. Finally, something feels normal (although since I'm living out of the house of friends, still weird). I've got an apartment in the works - it will be significantly farther away from Boston (where I work) and more than double my morning commute time. Oh well, the place was available, and I know the unit is nice (a friend moved to PA and was getting his condo in MA ready for sale, so he'll just do it as a lease instead) and right now I can't deal with packing AND living out of friends' AND apartment hunt all at the same time. I just don't have the spoons for that.

Most painful loss so far? The first 40 or so issues of Sandman from its original run got water damaged. It hurt to throw those on the refuse pile, I tell you what.

Packing is going WAY slower than I thought it would, but that is probably because sorting through what was and wasn't salvagable took two full days in the apartment rather than one. Won't get any done today, but I needed a break from the apartment.

Most painful loss so far? The first 40 or so issues of Sandman from its original run got water damaged. It hurt to throw those on the refuse pile, I tell you what.

Oh, OUCH, Frank!

My DH made an aghast face when he read that...

I'm glad you're moving forward, Frank! Currently I'm reading about the Blitz in London and elsewhere and although I kinda knew about the extent of the damage... I didn't really. Makes some of the recent disasters I've participated in seem more handleable.

Oh Frank, I'm sorry. Moving is usually a drag but in unpleasant circsumstances it's the worst.

I got dragged to a principal's meeting (NOT a principal nor is it my goal) and I said two things that offended the principals. It's the second time this week that, in exasperation, I told it like it was to higher level district staff. I need a shock collar, like a dog, for meetings so that whenever I begin to speak I get zapped and I shut up.

That's so hard, Frank. I'm glad you don't have to worry about looking for a new place for a bit. Paying movers to do some of the packing for you is worth it, imo.

Frank, I'm glad you have a place, and I hope you get everything there soon.

Ugg, Kat. My boss at my last job would sometimes look at me and say, "Well?" because of my habit of describing the elephant in the room.

Paying movers is money well-spent towards mental health, I say!

Y'all, my new (white, and I'm wearing them before Memorial Day - not by much, but still, I'm a rebel) jeans fit me in the waist, the hips, and length, all at once! Banner day for wardrobe of -t.

Kat - I understand what you mean but part of me is saying, "Go Kat - speaking Truth to Power!"

Woo, -t!

Frank, I'm glad you found a good, if not perfect, place to move into. Moving is the worst in the best of circumstances.

By age 5 I didn't have a bedtime because before my parents got to the point of thinking "isn't it time for her to go to bed" i'd just...get tired and go to bed. I also got up without an alarm and would pour myself cereal into a bowl and then play/read/watch TV until my parents got up.

Yeah, that was me, too. I made my own bedtime and woke up super early, but wasn't allowed into my parents' room until the alarm went off at 7. I would amuse myself in my room for hours. I do sort of wonder if being able to amuse oneself is an only child thing. A well-raised only child thing, at least. Or our parents were just lucky!

I am so happy not to be at work today.