So, last night, I remembered to put the barrels out for Trash Day, but forgot to put my empty boxes out! Which my mother reminded me of this morning. I don't think too many neighbors saw me out there in my pjs? And how much do I really care about that? Not much.
'Safe'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I always feel like I've accomplished something when I remember to put the trash out the night before.
Putting out trash while wearing PJs is an important rite of Moving In.
About to go forth from the house in search of more cough medicine. Alas, it is necessary, especially after sleeping comfortably all night without, it seems, having moved much, since moving this morning has dislodged all the guck that accumulated. Le sigh.
Ugh, I know that feeling well. I hope the cough syrup is easily found and helps.
I have so many issues with my paycheck-writers, I can't even. They're getting worse, not better and the contrast with the main contract is glaring.
But my job itself, I like. I just wish I wasn't on a subcontract.
That's a tough situation.
Timelies all!
We have a snow day, which we found out when the phone rang at 5:45 am. At least we could go back to sleep....
Jesse, you should adopt the New York tradition of the bagel coat, ie a coat long enough that you can run out to get the bagels on Sunday morning without getting dressed.