Yesterday was a lot of goodbyes. My book group threw me a farewell lunch, which was lovely. Then my geek neighbors came over for one last Saturday of food, booze, chatting and media. I’m going to miss all of this.

Today I’m planning to pack the good glassware, the last of the office random crap, the less used electronics, and the good dishes. The good dishes are already largely packed—I just need to get their storage boxes into sturdier moving boxes.

I’m already over this move, and there’s still a week to go. Definitely looking forward to having moved, though.

I’m already over this move, and there’s still a week to go. Definitely looking forward to having moved, though.

This is when your life needs to go into movie montage mode so that the last of the packing and then the moving can just happen all at once, with a nice filter on it and some uplifting background music.

Happiest birthday wishes to Atropa! May the day include plenty of treats and my the year to come be all you hope for and more.

Move~ma, Calli!

Yikes, aurelia! I know several people with only one kidney who do well, so here's fingers crossed.

Yesterday was a memorial service for one of our long-time and distinguished residents, so I came in (paid time!) to drive a bunch of them to the service and a brunch afterwards. Nick was the journalist snatched by the KGB as a "spy" and held for a couple weeks during the Cold War, and that was only an interesting sidelight to his life. Most of the speakers were journalists or academics, so the reminiscences were so well-written that I'd have had to work hard to lose attention.

All of the residents who came were cool people, so it was a pleasure to escort and when necessary aid them, though the 96yo and 99yo were pretty damn spry. The brunch had a couple yummy vegan options, too, and something I hadn't come across before, trout mousse!

That ate up a lot of Saturday. I did some cursory searching for my errant birth certificate, mostly knocking loose a lot of dust and dumping a ton of paper in the recycling.

Healing thoughts for your mother, aurelia!

I could upgrade my license, but honestly, I just use my passport whenever I fly anywhere, even domestic. It's how I've been doing things for years, so why change now?

Recovery~ma for your mom, aurelia!

I need to update my DL I guess. Not that I ever fly.

Jasmine the kitten is doing well. I looked at her paw and at first I thought she had a callous coming off but I realized her paw was split and it is healing but the poor thing. The steroids have worked and I was talking to M's cousin, W and he showed me this spray bottle he cleaned out and put rubbing alcohol in and he's been spraying Jasmine's paw once or twice a day to keep it clean. And then he blows on her paw to soothe her. He has also been making sure M's mom doesn't feed her human food

{{kitty}}

We didn't have an option on the Real ID stuff.

Nick was the journalist snatched by the KGB as a "spy" and held for a couple weeks during the Cold War, and that was only an interesting sidelight to his life. Most of the speakers were journalists or academics, so the reminiscences were so well-written that I'd have had to work hard to lose attention.

A life well lived! How cool.

I ran this morning but that was about it for productivity, as I didn't fold or put away the laundry, nor empty the dishwasher.

Matilda is coming up in an hour for dinner and some TV time.

Yesterday, she went to a play with her bestie's (Iris) mom, Janet to see a musical about The Day The Sky Turned Orange In San Francisco. An historical event that we actually witnessed.