Well, that's a surprise. WTF, landlords of shrift? Pretty damn inconvenient, and seems like a weird thing to do right after someone moves in.

Interesting, Ginger. I had never made that disreputability connection.

My ironmonger question is really whether it's a matter of selling raw iron or finished goods, or either. Though I'm guessing blacksmith, being a skilled trade, would have more cachet than ironmonger anyway, so even if you could describe yourself as both, why would you?

I wonder if I will be able to retain that coster implies fruits and vegetables. Would be nice if I could. That might be a handy word to have hanging around the old brainpan.

I just spent an hour on the phone with AT&T complaining about something that should have happened yesterday and didn't, because that is what I needed to do.

I have finished the dog and cat stuff, at least.

I knew it was coming, but they never actually communicated any dates until today. I'm really looking forward to having the windows replaced because that means my apartment won't get so hot, but they couldn't have timed things worse for me.

Plus I was told they already replaced the front door, so I'm hoping that I won't need new keys after all.

Kitchen is rearranged, mostly, and so is the bedroom. The living room, however, is going to be a pain.

Actually, no. I take that back. They could have waited until AFTER I'd left on vacation to leave a note on my door. That would have been much worse.

I'm going to eat dinner and watch @Midnight before tackling anything else.

Oh, ugh, shrift. Can the localistas who live in the neighborhood do anything to help?

Costermonger has just popped into my head. Is that a thing?

I was just going to post THAT VERY WORD, but -t saved me the trouble. I adore you so!

ION, so so tired. Day job is chaos, I am now apparently at least the interim assistant to the new chief, which does not entail any change in title or pay but does entail a terrifying lot of new work (and a whole lot of discomfort with the assistant to the former chief, and worry about her, and utter inability to navigate any of the mess), and for the last two weeks there've been at least a dozen new emails in my inbox every ten minutes, every day. I come home from work and curl in a corner and Hec plys me with comforting drinks and goat cheese and Matilda pats my hair, and I miss being human.

Can the localistas who live in the neighborhood do anything to help?

If it turns out that I need new keys, I may need a volunteer to pick them up for me. I would reward said person with a cocktail of their choice at Alembic once I'm back.

I'm sorry about the chaos at work, JZ. I'm familiar with the problem of getting the work without getting the pay. I hope it gets resolved soon in the best way it can for you.

Argh, that's such a terrible situation, JZ. I wish you all the respite there can be.

That would have been much worse.

Would it? I suppose it would. But you wouldn't know about it now, which seems like it might be better in the now. Would probably suck more later though.

I think all I have left to do with rearranging is to move my computer desk. Which I'm currently using. Maybe I can do that in the morning.

Halfway through writing reviews and my first glass of wine! Very close to the finish line with work stuff, and then packing.

I am pretty darn close to completely packed and stuff for the animals is under control, and now I think I am done being productive for the evening.

VACATION!

Okay, I was trying to pretend to adopt the John H diet, but then I didn't.

Can I have some kidney~ma for ltc? One of her kidneys isn't draining properly and we have to go for a test on Monday to figure out if there is a physical cause. Her pediatrician said it is probably nothing to worry about, but I'm still worried.

sj, is this for real? I am praying that your ltc is okay, but I'm just so thrilled she is here.