I started a thing and a friend sent an email to connect me and a guy who does work she thinks would interest me so I've sort of accomplished a little bit. Although the second thing took zero effort on my part (at least today).

That kugel sounds delicious and supremely comforting, Burrell.

I have done a load of laundry, gone out for breakfast (after skipping dinner last night a banana wasn't going to cut it), paid my rent, renewed my tags, put the charged-up emergency jumpstart device in my trunk, and carted an old television set and 100 lb. electric typewriter from my parents' place to a recycling center. I'm not sure there's much more productivity left in me today.

shrift, for not fitting in with any of your previously-planned plans, that plan seems totally workable.

I just emailed the move coordinator to go ahead and schedule me for Thursday.

Go shrift! With all that scheduling, have they given you a better idea of a delivery date?

It continues:

Someone just called me on the phone. To read me an email. That she was writing to me. That she wanted to read to me before she emailed it to me. Because reasons.

That is just not normal.

ETA: Wait! I left out a step. First she IM'd me to ask if it was okay to call me.

shrift in San Francisco. It just seems so right. From way over here, anyway.

I overslept. Late to work by an hour and a half. Trying to catch up. Angry author is still angry, I'm passing him to my manager. People are asking me questions I don't have the answers to. People are scheduling me for meetings I don't want to attend. Just discovered some work I let slide and now it's probably going to be late. So burned out.

First she IM'd me to ask if it was okay to call me.

Ah ha ha ha!

I can have furniture delivered on Tuesday along with a bunch of stuff I've been putting on my Amazon wishlist and get someone in to set up internet.

That sounds good, especially getting stuff delivered that quickly. Would you then just sleep on the couch until the stuff arrives? And do an air bed or something Monday night?

I don't get in Thursday until 4:20, so I think most everything will be done, but I can come help if necessary. And the hotel reservation is in my name, so let me know if you want me to extend it.

my bank is run by Saruman The White and The King in Red (from Last First Snow). This is bad. This is the second time this is bad. Why am I still with this bank.

shrift in San Francisco. It just seems so right. From way over here, anyway.

Over here, too, I must say. Oh, I have a single air bed and sheets that fit if they are needed, shrift, although getting them to you on Monday might be tricky.

Oh, hey, brenda, we share coworkers! Who knew? Although mine only IM if I am away from my desk when they call, to tell me I have a voicemail and what it's about.