I came in to write an entry, I'm gonna write a damn entry
A-hem.
Catching up on life here...
A coupla weeks ago, a colleague in the department asked if I want to watch his house.
'Til August.
Given that I'm moving out--no supposed to, no want to, I'M GOING I just need to find a place--I said, hey, that'd be a great idea.
So last week I packed up the essentials--which turned out to be a basket of laundry and some cat stuff--and moved in. I've made a coupla trips back to the apaato to pick up more things (mostly clothes to wash), but otherwise, right now I'm takin' it easy. Getting the cat adjusted--poor dear was freaked out at first, and is still sorta...getting used it. Adjusting to living in Giant Roach (aka Sammeths, for reasons some of you will understand) country. Just enjoying the space and oh my soul, you guys, sleeping in a bed. An actual bed. *glee*
Did I mention it's closer to work, so I can get there in five minutes instead of fifteen? Without going on the freeway? Oh yes, oh yes, sooo nice.
About the only snag (aside from aforementioned Sammeths)--well, there are two. One is that I'm having a little trouble sleeping there. Houses, neighborhoods, are so much noisier than apartments, and that's saying something considering where I still-sorta-live. The other is that I go on vacation with the family in about a week, and I need to figure out the cat sitting plan. As it turns out, pretty much every one is moving or doing something that requires a lot of attention right (or lives on the other side of time), so I'm a bit stuck at the mo'. If all else fails, I'll take the cat back to the apartment and let her gleefully shred and pee and such there. (Which, of course, requires getting her ass in the carrier again. If anyone has any tips...)
But aside from that, it's pretty peachy. Even if the washer and dryer are in the garage, which means no nekkid laundry for me.
More stuff to come--so many to-do lists!--but I need to make a run to PetSmart and the apaato. Ciao!
Catching up on life here...
A coupla weeks ago, a colleague in the department asked if I want to watch his house.
'Til August.
Given that I'm moving out--no supposed to, no want to, I'M GOING I just need to find a place--I said, hey, that'd be a great idea.
So last week I packed up the essentials--which turned out to be a basket of laundry and some cat stuff--and moved in. I've made a coupla trips back to the apaato to pick up more things (mostly clothes to wash), but otherwise, right now I'm takin' it easy. Getting the cat adjusted--poor dear was freaked out at first, and is still sorta...getting used it. Adjusting to living in Giant Roach (aka Sammeths, for reasons some of you will understand) country. Just enjoying the space and oh my soul, you guys, sleeping in a bed. An actual bed. *glee*
Did I mention it's closer to work, so I can get there in five minutes instead of fifteen? Without going on the freeway? Oh yes, oh yes, sooo nice.
About the only snag (aside from aforementioned Sammeths)--well, there are two. One is that I'm having a little trouble sleeping there. Houses, neighborhoods, are so much noisier than apartments, and that's saying something considering where I still-sorta-live. The other is that I go on vacation with the family in about a week, and I need to figure out the cat sitting plan. As it turns out, pretty much every one is moving or doing something that requires a lot of attention right (or lives on the other side of time), so I'm a bit stuck at the mo'. If all else fails, I'll take the cat back to the apartment and let her gleefully shred and pee and such there. (Which, of course, requires getting her ass in the carrier again. If anyone has any tips...)
But aside from that, it's pretty peachy. Even if the washer and dryer are in the garage, which means no nekkid laundry for me.
More stuff to come--so many to-do lists!--but I need to make a run to PetSmart and the apaato. Ciao!