Tonight is sushi for dinner, watching Killjoys, and recording a John Carpenter interview on the El Rey network.

Tomorrow I'm going to the farmer's market, then moving my mom's treadmill to my apartment. And possibly seeing Jurassic World again in the afternoon.

That should just be a regular brag, Dana!

What are people doing this weekend?

Oo! I can play this week! Cody and I are going to see TV on the Radio tomorrow. Free show!

They're giving me a 5-30 day spread of when my crap will be delivered. Which means I could end up in a hotel/AirBNB situation until I can get a couch delivered or an air bed to sleep on.

My movers originally gave me an estimate something like that, but then, closer to the move date, they told me something more exact.

And, yeah, I had the movers pack my stuff, and they did pack a lot of stuff that I really didn't need, like empty wrappers from stuff that had ended up under my desk. Also, they charge by the box for packing, and I'm finding a lot of boxes that are only half-full, with the rest of the space taken up with crumbled paper.

Fooey. A part-timer, despite her normal awesomeness, made a rather serious error with one of my journals. It falls to me to deal with it. All we can do is run a correction. The author isn't happy with that. He wants us to bend time and undo it. Too bad, sad angry man, if you hadn't demanded we replace every single figure in your article because they were "fuzzy" (they were exactly as you sent them to us; we did not enfuzzify them) and then refuse to look at the corrected paper for the three whole months it was available before it went to print, this wouldn't have happened, so some of the blame is definitely yours even though I cannot tell you that. We are of course at fault, but my sympathy for you is low.

if you hadn't demanded we replace every single figure in your article because they were "fuzzy"

When our authors get a typeset galley, it's not a PDF generated from the program; it's a PDF made from a scan of the galley that has been marked up so the author can see any last questions. And scans have poor resolution, especially for figures.

We had an author lose his shit with us when he got that scanned PDF about how we "ruined" the "grain" of his figures and we would have to fix them at our expense, blah blah blah. My boss tried to explain that she could send him a PDF generated from the layout program and he would see the resolution is fine, but he wasn't having it. I have no idea how it got resolved. (The resolution of the source art was just fine, and the only problem really was because he got a crappy scanned PDF. I don't expect all authors to know that we send scans, but I do expect them to act like adults when we explain stuff to them.)

Tonight is wine. Maybe doing my toes. Tomorrow is nails and maybe a friend of Mac coming over. I guess I should make sure he cleans his bathroom.

Maybe I get motivated and deal with house things. Maybe I watch movies.

Yay Wine, and Toes.

I need to redo my fingers.

I am flying to Boston tomorrow and going shopping with my sister, then ending the day on Cape Cod.

Before that, I have to pack all the things, mow the lawn, paint my toenails, and get up at 5am.

My movers originally gave me an estimate something like that, but then, closer to the move date, they told me something more exact.

Yeah, the move coordinator said she'd have a better idea once my stuff is packed and the driver is on the road, which makes sense. And she said she could give me 48 hours notice of when they'd arrive.

Once we confirm a pack & load date, then I'll just figure out temporary housing in SF until I can arrange for some furniture delivery + internet and get an air bed.

I'm sure everything will be fine. I'm just going to keep breathing and not flip out like a mammal.