I’ve lost track. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t sure if it was Sunday or Monday. My walls are bare; even the mirror over my dresser is gone. I don’t think I look at myself so often, but I’m always aware of its presence. now I’m terribly aware of its absence. My serious computer is over at the new apartment waiting to be connected to a different online service. I’m using the toy I take with me when I travel. Did I ever tell you I hate it? It’s not very well behaved; any typos should be blamed on it, not me.
I’m still packing, but the end is in sight. Over the weekend we moved the remaining fragile and unpackable things. This morning I will return and move the stuff out of the way of the movers, also get phone and computer set up with new service.
Time to get moving.