Moved
I am moved. The new place is — getting there. There was a leak in my ceiling, which is hopefully no longer there by now. It leaked all over this box my sister set up for the cats to play in (which they *love* — faithless things, couldn’t they love sleeping with me instead?). A few screens need to be fixed. But things seem to be under way. Unpacking is nightmarish. And since I don’t have internet at home, I’m at school, avoiding. Yay avoidance.
More meetings about colloquium scheduling. It’s going to be a pain. We’re also trying to set up the party for Friday afternoon, which will be another pain. Not much money for a lot of people. Oh well.
I have leftover cheesecake (sort of? I don’t know, but it’s rich) which might be dinner tonight. I need to buy groceries soon.