You are right...in quadruplet!...Suzi.

I'm hoping the nervousness fades quickly because I really don't want to give this any more energy. As long as I am straight with my landlord, that is all that matters.

In thinking through why this disturbed me so much, it is representative of so many times, when I was young, that an actual crazy person could hurt me and I had no recourse.

All those past incidents do not belong to this woman, so blowing up my own emotional state does not make sense. Still, I'm glad to have shared it with the landlord, that way, if something else happens, I won't be in it alone.

I'm glad you shared with the landlord. Though if I remember correctly he has his own set of issues (but don't we all?).

I'm working on my cold call list for the ARP silent auction. Just pulled a bunch of golf courses, steakhouses, distilleries. Already sent out a first mailing to past donors, just looking to add some more high end stuff. Trying to think of other places to include.

Oooooh yes. He's got more issues than Time magazine. BUT, at least I'm covered is something else weird happens.

My sister's coming to help me take down these bookshelves and I'm not ready. I still have to vacuum and clear off the desk and finish moving books and and and I'm having an anxiety attack. I took half a Valium but I can't take more or I'll be nonfunctional.

And, I just realized why I can't tell my sister I'm having an anxiety attack: her only association with that is her daughter, who goes into full-on screaming meltdown when she's stressed, and my sister tries to "handle" me like she does the kid, and that makes me more frustrated because that's not me.

So. Bad morning so far. Let's see if I can fix this.

eta: The aforementioned kid is 30.

Also, the worst of it is, there's nothing actually bad happening. I just dread my sister's judgments of my character failings.

I'd approach my sister with a shrugging shoulder, deal with it sis, attitude. You're not ready, not the end of the world. Stuff came up. You don't have to say what stuff. Hang in there.

Leftover pizza hut cheesy bread:

I slept in until 9:30!!! A good 3 hours later than usual. Achy, feeling out of sorts. Dreading packing up the whole house for the most part.

The photographer was here yesterday to take pictures for the real estate listing. A friend of Bobby's. He was delightful. He will be back next week when we have actual chairs for the dining room table and the lens he wanted for the bathrooms.

I shoved all kinds of boxes into hallway corners and crap that was piled on surfaces into drawers for him. So today I am going through the house and packing up every single thing we don't need on a regular basis into boxes and bringing to the office. We told the realtor we would be ready to show TUESDAY. Gotta do it.

Laura took my Saturday sleep. I had to be up at 6:00 for an appointment which is about 3 hours earlier than I'm usually up on a Saturday. I hope you're feeling better. I'm fairly sniffly today, but I'm determined not to be sick. Time for a quick nap before a play and dinner in Providence tonight.

What are you seeing? Enjoy, both the nap and the night out.

A play called Veronica Meadows written by one of the actors at the repertory theater we go to in Providence.

I feel like I'm getting a cold. I've got to drive up to Rochester for the interview on Wednesday. I cannot be getting a cold. If I ignore it, it'll go away, right?