I write this as I await my movers. They should be here within an hour or so. I slept for a good six hours last night, with periodic interruptions. Things bother me. My old job owes me travel reimbursement they haven’t paid me yet, and now that I’m separated, I don’t know if there’s going to be a problem. It’s my own grant money that’s supposed to pay back conference expenditures, to the tune of about $800. It’d be nice to see.
But the very fact that I write about that right now should be some kind of an indicator of where my head is. I’m exhausted, confused, and under caffeinated. I have coffee and a coffee maker, but I’ve packed the filters. I got McDonalds coffee, and a horrible sausage biscuit. I have no food at all in the house, and rather than eat a tin of beeswax lip balm I figured I had better put something with calories into myself so that I don’t freeze up and make bad decisions while I’m directing the move.
I’ve managed to do all the things on the St. Louis end. There are a couple of rugs and pieces of furniture that are staying behind. My lodger is happy to keep them. And now the packing woman is here. Gotta go. I’m starting.