NC may still happen, but it's not going to happen before Christmas. That, by itself, is a relief. I'll hunt down and answer Christmas card things now. I don't know if we can afford to send many out ourselves.

It's been storming almost every day since we moved. The air has been so hot and damp. It seldom gets above 90, but the humidity makes it seem hotter. Why this is a problem is that 1) we don't have AC at our new apartment and 2) I have to close all the windows to keep the rain from blowing in.

I'm only recovering slowly from the strain (even though I carried very few boxes up and down stairs). I still can't do stairs, even unladen, right now. If I venture out, I'm half-crippled or worse for the rest of the day with my knee wobbling and threatening to dump me on my ass. And I've been waking up with headache and blurred vision. I don't like that at all.

Still, there's been progress. We bought the riser feet for the bed, so the bed is now tall enough for many boxes to hid under. Percy can walk upright under the bed now, and he loves that. We found the living room, more or less and the boxes in there don't tower as threateningly as they did. We're still going to need to build a make-shift bookcase or two, so if anyone has any suggestions on what to put in between the boards besides bricks and/or cinder blocks, I'm open to suggestion. Old ones of those are dirty and icky. New ones are expensive. Though I just had the wicked idea of scoring some discard books from the library that are the same height and gluing them together, like scary bookends. The right books would only cost a quart apiece.

Cantropos is starting Delta Green today for our Sunday gaming pleasure. I have no idea who to snag to play since whoever it is will likely die very quickly or go mad. I get so attached to my characters. Mage Armand will not go away or shut up. I swear I'm going to have to write something with him to appease him, while DF!Armand is fading into a heart-achingly sad silence.

AT&T fixed the phone yesterday, and I finally found the modem today. There was a box of computer things that I remembered packing but couldn't find. It was driving me up the wall. Also, I had no idea the phone's ringer was off until I called a friend yesterday and she said she'd been trying to call all day.

We still can't do serious cooking in our kitchen yet, but the microwave has been unpacked and we need to eat up our jelly and jam collection.

I still like the apartment. I'm still just very, very tired and out of it. I'm going to slowly start unhiatusing my figments, starting first with Landel's Damned.

I don't know yet whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that I have bruises to show how badly I ache right now. Even Cantropos is sore and creaky. Though he still gets to carry the garbage down to the dumpster. Wearing my old and seriously worn out (I think I inherited them from my grandmoher who died 11 years ago) Reeboks did help keep me on my feet and moving for the most part, but my arches hurt like heck and my one knee wobbles very dangerously when I just walk up and down stairs unladen.

I hate my body sometimes, but I survived this. People understood that I couldn't do any of the serious carrying, and I did what I could which was some of the medium weight boxes on a level ground and cleaning the heck out of things. The bottom of the fridge nearly made me lose my dinner.

And for some reason, we can't keep Percy out of the fireplace. He keeps getting covered in soot.

Today's accomplishments (so far):

1. dropped off items to donate at church
2. cleaned windows and curtains and re-hung curtains in kitchen and dining room
3. dumped and refilled cat box
4. first pass scrubbing the tub
5. chased full boxes into his room
6. cleaned off desk in dining room
7. cleaned plant stands on deck
8. freecycled 3 lawn chairs and a little metal table
9. cleaned living room windows and washed those curtains
10. chased most of the garbage out to the porch
11. washed a load of whites
12. cleaned top of fridge
13. put away poetry magnets
14. helped boy clean stove top

Still need to do:

1. shower
2. get all garbage onto the porch
3. drag some of the garbage out to the curb
4. wash dishes
5. finish drying laundry
6. vacuum dusty ook out of air conditioner
7. chase all full boxes out of the living and dining room
8. vacuum my room

Note: This is not our stuff or furniture. The landlord has a friend staying there for the moment.

We were able to drop off the rest of our deposits and first months rent on Friday, then he let us take pictures in the apartment for planning. Our kitchen is smaller than our couch. You'll see the odd shower. But the long counter, the huge windows and the fireplace are all assets. Also the bigger room (the one with the bed in it in the pics) is about 17x17, if not a little bit bigger. And he may be letting us keep the small handful of curtains he bought (they'd work in one room or the other), and he said the radiators don't give out enough direct heat even to catch cushion sitting on them on fire so we may use them both as little shelves/counters, though not for books. Oh, and there are pictures of the owners deck that he lets his tenants use.

Enjoy. I'm sorry some of them are so dark. I think Cantropos hadn't gotten the flash figured out yet.

I'm all about the packing now. When I'm not all about the feeling faint and bleh.

I still don't have a phone line at the new house. I cannot connect Erika's old computer at the office because of not having a spare kb, so internet will be mostly email and a little IRC. And no messengers. *sad*

OK. I admit I got a lot done today. I even attacked Aussie Amy with hugs. More boxes are filled. More clothes are cleaned. More floors are found. I even have most of my CDs sorted and such.

But.

I can't find my Jane Eyre CD that I got autographed by Buntrock. He got the loverly Marla Schaffel to sign it too. And I can't find it! Not anywhere! I want to bite things. Well, there's still tomorrow.

It was great having a brain again. My temper has been edgy since I've been off my meds this last week or so, and I've cried ever so much, but I'm not depressed, not like I was. Discouraged. Exhausted. Frantic sometimes. But not depressed.

I remember fretting that I couldn't write HTML anymore, or at least not anything complicated enough to be a real web page. I never learned frames or style sheets, and my thinking has been far too muddled to handle tables these last months. But today, I did this!

So it's not the most spectacular thing you've ever seen, but it works and I wrote all the damn code myself. And it works! I've even been struck with the urge to draw. I know, I have to nip that one in the bud. I don't have time right this minute. I have too much to do.

Computer is getting ready to crash, so I'm going to post this in a hurry.