Lord, yesterday was the day before vacation to end all days before vacation.

You see, not only was it the day before my vacation, our department is moving next door next Friday, and since I will not be there, I had to pack up my desk then. And The Raccoon told me that she would go through my boxes and throw out my stuff if I didn't go through it myself and so I did.

And my God, the piles of stuff that I flung from me in disgust. And that I carried with me, unopened, through my last four moves. Several people told me that if I haven't opened a box in three years, I should just throw it out, but that would have been silly, for I found all kinds of things, like some of my photographs, that were lovely to have back again.

And the whole thing took me until 10p, because of all of the work that I was trying to finish up, but that was fortunate as well, because I had so much to bring home that I was able to take a car.

I had to wake up at 6a the next morning, so I was going to dye my hair quickly and hie me to my bed, but I was pressed into moving stuff with my Zip drive from Katie's old computer to her new one, because she was coming back home from camp the next day and I had been promising to do it for weeks.

I finally got to bed around 1.10a, but only managed 3 1/2 hours of sleep, interrupted sleep at that. Them Bad Kitties were but astoundingly bad, and in unusual ways, like Monty curling himself around my head and purring like a motorcycle engine, or Milo so wanting to be petted that he stuck his paw under the blankets and scratched my chin. I leapt up, eyes blazing, and said in a strangled tone, "You have to fuck off now!" and he ran away.

Look, it was either that or beating him to death, and he is unwell and I thought that it would be less than kind.

Do you have trouble sleeping?

And we're still talking about the defining current event of our childhoods, good web-based newsreaders for Kim, (c'mon, people, somebody must know something!), our jobs, classic books that we hate, seeing things differently as one grows older, weird injuries, dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, prophetic dreams, thoughtful presents, publicity, irrational fears, swearing, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.

Today's horoscope:
You or your beloved may be rarin' to go, while the other needs a lot of cuddling and support to get into the mood. Be sensitive.

One year ago today:
What am I, two, three hundred years old?

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