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Um ... I guess having that glass of wine at dinner wasn't the correct thing to do. I would be SO right. ::sighs::
It's been a looooong, frustrating day. Mind you, I continued on the packing front, but was favouring my spine. And front. And ... everything.
I didn't hear back from SuM until early evening, so everything was left hanging on her decision. Well, she's okay with moving the date up ... but has imposed hitherto unannounced conditions. Oh, dear. I wasn't expecting this. But - hey - I do NOT have any other option but to comply (especially when I'm being punished for what the creeps who lived there before did).
So, with a move-in date, I had to scurry to have the pieces fall into place in a cohesive manner. Asked Mar-- to book the van and tell the guys when I'll be needing them as at least the time of day is entirely open. E-mailed baby Brian if he could help move the TV and 'puter the day before, but he's got his own woes. So I'll have to come up with a creative solution. I have to send church-John an e-mail but, as he doesn't read them normally (lol), I had to text him to give him advance warning. And, then, had that dangerous glass of wine along with some goat cheese and crackers. So was way too fuzzy headed to e-mail him. I sent him a text, saying to expect something from me tomorrow. Now I just have to sleep off the fuzziness.
Made myself feel smart playing Jeopardy. Always a bonus, though I - along with all the contestants - missed the Final Jeopardy question. I also watched this week's Glee in the morning and thought it was sweet in parts. Mind you, I feel sorry for the newbies being thrown to the wolves with the switch to New York. Show biz, such a guarantee of steady employment. NOT.
Okay, I have to crawl back into bed. I'm starting to feel fuzzy-bodied, too. Not a good sign, when I need to be on my game until and including moving day. Please send me moving angels!
It's been a looooong, frustrating day. Mind you, I continued on the packing front, but was favouring my spine. And front. And ... everything.
I didn't hear back from SuM until early evening, so everything was left hanging on her decision. Well, she's okay with moving the date up ... but has imposed hitherto unannounced conditions. Oh, dear. I wasn't expecting this. But - hey - I do NOT have any other option but to comply (especially when I'm being punished for what the creeps who lived there before did).
So, with a move-in date, I had to scurry to have the pieces fall into place in a cohesive manner. Asked Mar-- to book the van and tell the guys when I'll be needing them as at least the time of day is entirely open. E-mailed baby Brian if he could help move the TV and 'puter the day before, but he's got his own woes. So I'll have to come up with a creative solution. I have to send church-John an e-mail but, as he doesn't read them normally (lol), I had to text him to give him advance warning. And, then, had that dangerous glass of wine along with some goat cheese and crackers. So was way too fuzzy headed to e-mail him. I sent him a text, saying to expect something from me tomorrow. Now I just have to sleep off the fuzziness.
Made myself feel smart playing Jeopardy. Always a bonus, though I - along with all the contestants - missed the Final Jeopardy question. I also watched this week's Glee in the morning and thought it was sweet in parts. Mind you, I feel sorry for the newbies being thrown to the wolves with the switch to New York. Show biz, such a guarantee of steady employment. NOT.
Okay, I have to crawl back into bed. I'm starting to feel fuzzy-bodied, too. Not a good sign, when I need to be on my game until and including moving day. Please send me moving angels!
