So it’s Saturday and Dawn is off helping Taylor & Christ pack because their house is being listed on the 15th. I would have liked to help more (I do have some stuff to do for them, but it’ll come later) but I can’t lift and carry things easily with my back so bad. Anyway, she’s spending the weekend over there and that’s a good thing because she and Taylor won’t be seeing a lot of each other after the move. That’d be a hard thing for me, having my best friend move away. And with four people over there working, it’s going to be tight enough; the last thing they need is one more body that’s not being really useful. Apparently we’re getting a TV, a hedge-trimmer and an elliptical machine out of it, so that’s a good thing. Except, none of it really makes up for not having T&C around. And now I’m starting to feel melancholy…
So today I’m taking down my Christmas decorations. The tree is down, and the rest are coming down bit-by-bit. The chair is back where it should be and I’ve put an end table between it and the couch, so there’s a place for glasses. I’ve vacuumed about six times in here, but every time I move something, I discover more dust and dirt. I put “I, Claudius” on the DVD player, but it’s not really grabbing me today, possibly because I’m feeling rather jaundiced about politics lately. I think what I need is some German expressionism or noir or a really great old comedy. Something older than Claudius.
I also need to write. I have about 1000 words to do today to keep to my schedule, but I do better at that later in the evening. There’s a potato in the oven for a late lunch and I have a lot of tasks mapped out for the rest of the day.
It’s getting dark already. Feels like I just got up.