...and counting (despite the fumes)...
You know, it occurs to me that when one plans to stain the wood of the backdoor and the three windows in one's bedroom, that one should make sure to a.) space said staining out so that one is not suffocated by the stain fumes as they pervade the ENTIRE house, and b.) ensure that one has a stain-stink smell free place to sleep during this time.
Clearly, there was a flaw in this plan, when Bill decided to do the staining on Saturday afternoon. The house totally reeks, EVERY window in the house is open as though it was August still, the heat is off to prevent it from going right out the open windows, and we're keeping the door to the computer room shut as our last bastion against nasty smelliness. And then he forgot that the air mattress has a hole in it, which HE put in it when he went to Pennsic in August, and only remembered AFTER it started deflating on us at 1:00 AM last night. Which meant we had to brave the stinky bedroom, take our mattress off the bed frame, maneuver it into the computer room, and throw all the blankets back on it. At least when I finally got back to sleep it didn't smell bad. Sigh.
It was a productive weekend, and now I'm all achey. Body's not used to feats of packing/moving strength anymore, lol. Got much stuff packed and moved, helped with the staining, and told the guys in the band that I'm going. They're planning a party for next week, and Kenny has promised to write a 'Where did Andrea go?' song for me, and has decided it is going to be completely silly. I can't wait. I'm gonna miss the guys, they've gotten so good in the year I've known them. They have orders to record stuff for me and email me the tracks, and let me knwo when they have gigs and stuff so I can come see.
Mom, and possibly the Dude, coming to help pack more on Saturday. Thank goodness. The Queen of Pakcing (Mom) will help me sort out everything I haven't gotten to yet.
And now it's only...
11 days and counting.