Hec, please hug Jen for me. It was so good to see her in May, and I was very glad it happened before my world fell in.

She can hug you for me at the same time. Convenient, that.

That is, I'm thinking of that construction as "Dishes and Laundry are brought to you by Sisyphus. When your task is endless and eternal, you can count on Sisyphus."

Sounds like a Welcome to Night Vale ad. I started listening to The Magnus Archives yesterday while packing and then decided I was too suggestible to listen to a horror podcast while alone in my house.

Cold status: So far, unmanifested. Hopefully it's allergies.

Packing status: About 75% of the kitchen is done, which is the big one.

That’s a lot Dana! For me I think that hardest part would be deciding if stuff was worth packing up, and if not what the heck I wanted to do with it

We had already done a bunch of de-cluttering. My big win yesterday was to convince husband to get rid of a few mugs, since we have far more mugs than any one household could ever use.

So.Many.Mugs.

Hec, please hug Jen for me. It was so good to see her in May, and I was very glad it happened before my world fell in.

Hugs shall be distributed in a glorious spree of affection.

One of the tiny virtues of having the Garden Apartment is that I can relocate mugs down there so I don't have to look at them, they don't have to take up all my cabinet space and I don't have to decide which ones to get rid of.

The attic serves much the same function except for papers.

Oat bran: Sleeping on clean sheets! Recommend! Five Stars.

No kidding, Hec. Kind of jealous of the Bay Area catpile thing, even though...okay, like, I'm not really ice-maidenly enough not to like spontaneous affection, but as many an old joke would have it, I'd like some notice first. Frustrated with some of my comrades because, although hope is great, and godspeed to anybody holding theirs at this precise moment, because mine is more what Mary Karr would call "double-dog fuck you" than any delicate thing with feathers that comes and sits on your fingers and whatnot(well, okay, maybe a middle finger, heh.) but I hate how often I feel like I have to tell them how performative a lot of disability politics is. The House Disability caucus? Not a real entity, as far as I can tell. It may be a sham. a sham with ham.(Because I'm pretty sure a bunch of halfway nice-for-DC people had some lunch, and *never thought about it again,ever* which I didn't want to believe 2 and a half years ago either, but...you know.) Life is making me pay for my dreamy girlhood by making me be the shitty neighbor who reveals santa isn't real over and over again. Do not like.

I can see how not fun that would be, erika, and yet... reality is something people must face, so, honestly, good on you for being the reality bringer.

I was doing great with mugs for a couple of years, but we seem to have had some ceramic canoodling action over the last year or so.

Sending ease of packing vibes, Dana.

And Hec reminded me that I forgot to change the sheets yesterday. Adding to today's list.

And Hec reminded me that I forgot to change the sheets yesterday. Adding to today's list.

Not every housecleaning job has a gratifying reward, but changing your sheets definitely does.