I have now packed everything that I can possibly pack and still live in our house for the next week and a half.
I still don’t know when we’ll be moving, for absolutely sure.
Drew’s painting is coming along. Five more weeks of madness, and then it all has to be done, one way or another.
My rewrite. Oy. Don’t ask about my rewrite.
I still don’t know if I’m going to Gencon. This largely depends on the costs involved in the move.
I got fed up with my insanely scheduled calendar yesterday, mostly because half the things on it are contingent on other things, so I don’t know what day they go on. So I wrote myself a triggered to do list. When A happens, do B, C, and D. When E happens, do F, G, and H. This makes me feel less like I’m going to forget something, and more like I can handle it.
I wish A would just freaking happen already. I am tired of making contingency plans.
