a wolf angel is not a good angel

Condo meeting tonight. The annual meeting, which has been delayed by about 6 weeks already, so we really have to get this over with, but there are no words for how very much I am dreading it.

Condo association meeting today, which was interesting. Another one next week, which will also be. There was a lot of construction, which took a long time (contract didn’t specify that if it took longer than whatever, there would be reduced fees every month or so), and by now everyone’s nerves are frazzled. I too am having issues — not with the condo members — which I am not blogging about because they are stressing me out far too much. I have been sleeping poorly because of all of this. I am still not into the writing of it, because stress!

Unrelated to this, why can’t I find unsweetened coconut or cardamom anywhere?

My newer plumbing problems are worked out. Off to take yet another hot bath.

I got my November statement from the people I owe lots of money. I have paid back a grand total of just under 220. And I am paying weekly, so I can see that my interest repayment is currently going down by six cents a week. Right now, 2:1, interest:capital. (Well, I’m paying a bit more than a third to interest.)

Of course I could as easily work these numbers out, but here I get to see that the bank agrees and I owe just that much little less.

The thing I am loving about this place: it is mine. I can have sound — music, tv — when I want it. I can have quiet when I want it. I can go around unclothed. I can eat when I want to. The food I’m saving is always there. I am alone.

Of course what I most hate about it, occasionally, is that I am alone.

Except for the cat. Sam will have to come soon; Matilda is lonely when I am out.

Although I know no one can see this, you should all take my word for it and be super impressed: I am keeping my house so clean (for me)! Laundry is all in the hamper. Dishes are put in the dishwasher, pots and stuff are washed (and air-dry, I admit). My clothes are all in the right drawers or hanging up. Stuff is put away! I put it away! Not just under the bed!

Now, we’ll see how well this lasts when I *don’t* have company coming by regularly to see my place (my grandparents’ comment: Wow! It’s so much nicer than we thought it would be!), but still, it’s a good start.

Went to bed around 1 am. Fell asleep eventually, while listening for sounds of cats being destructive (they were not). Woke up around 5:30. Sam was meowing desperately. Took a not-nearly-hot-enough bath. Will need to check the water heater level. Sam continued crying. Went back to bed, tried to muffle the meows with my duvet.

Woke up with Sam snuggled under the duvet (he is there again), and Matilda curled up against my legs.

I am sleeping in my new place tonight. The cats are upset and running away from me, and I just hope they don’t get annoyed and pee anywhere but the litter box (which I showed them), my knee, which didn’t hurt at all all day is in pain again, and my living room is full of boxes. But I’ve made it.

Ish.

I had to take all the sheets off my bed, while the cats were there, sleeping. They were unimpressed. All the cats are somewhat mystified by all this movement of stuff in my room.

There is so much stuff still that’s waiting around. It’s sort of unreal. And sad. And worrisome, because this moving shit, it’s never going to end. I found my place before Cheeky, and I think I recall my closing was before hers, but she’s moved in already.

Luckily, I really only need to have all my stuff absolutely out by mid-December. Because tomorrow? No. But my clothes and books will be out, and all my furniture, and I can’t actually sleep there tomorrow night anyhow because the day after they are washing windows at 7 am.

Oh well, at least I got some stuff done. I didn’t spend as long as I should have, of course. When do I ever? I could say, truthfully, that I’ve been occasionally sick, but mostly I’ve been lazy.