Ten to eight… I’ve been talking with a woman who gave me a nice review (I can’t even tell you where; the URL is in my old email box on the other computer), and her husband is having brain surgery today. Think good thoughts for them, if you’ve got a few to spare. Ted could not, for the life of him, get his wireless working last night. There was supposed to be a switch somewhere to activate it, and we couldn’t find the switch and we couldn’t find any information…
the day
It’s about 8:30 Tuesday morning, and while my computer can pick up several wireless networks in the area, I’m not succeeding in connecting to any of them. I’m writing a little blog entry anyway, ’cause I figure I’ll get to upload it sometime today. We’re at the corporate apartment, which is pretty decent. The cable modem’s not working, but evidently somebody’s coming by this morning to fix it, so with any luck I’ll be on by noon or 1pm. I’d rather not be working here, because there’s so much mess…
in a minute here…
In a minute here I’m going to start getting my THUNDERBIRD FALLS copy edits typed in. Really. I’m done. Except cleaning the fridge. The counter’s cleared, the cleaners are here, the garage is sorted into Salvation Army, Dump, Apartment and Post Office. Shaun’s doing the first Sallie Army run now. Actually, he’s back and about to do the second one now. He brought me hot chocolate. He is a god among men. I felt guilty about not cleaning the house myself right up until the minute the nice ladies arrived…
all that remains
Random stuff is piled on the kitchen counter. I have no boxes to put the random stuff in. But beyond that, we’re out of this house. The cleaners are coming sometime in the next few hours; I suppose I’ll cease having connectivity somewhen around then. We have to go to the post office. I should wash the fridge out. *stares around blearily* Are we there yet?
bird by bird
The living room is emptied out except for the things in the center of it which are going to Salvation Army, and the pile of boxes and envelopes I’m shipping all over the world. The bedroom is emptied out except one pair of shoes, a laundry basket full of hangers, and a bag of garbage. The closets, excepting the coat closet downstairs, are empty. Shaun’s bedroom has only enough for him to sleep on tonight, and will be empty in the morning. The bathrooms are empty. The kitchen is still…