Weirdsmobile: There Will Be Blog

The wheels are grinding into motion. Albuquerque is now just two weeks away.

Hannah is there now. Her mission, to find us a place to live. She's worried about being able to get a place, but I'm not worried. I have full confidence in her ability to find someone who will rent a large apartment or small house in a good neighborhood to a couple with two gigantic cats and a semi-incontinent dog. Preferably for $500/month. Ample storage, washer/dryer hookups a plus.

Meanwhile, I've taken on the task of packing up the apartment. There's a ton of stuff, and most of it is arranged in semi-random piles throughout our home, but I feel positive that with focus and steady, systematic work, it'll all get done in time.

7:30 p.m.: Watched first 20 minutes of Saw.

8:30 p.m.: Ate some bbq ribs.

9:45 p.m.: Read political weblogs.

10:20 p.m.: Refreshed political weblogs.

10:45 p.m.: Whew! Time to call it a day. Maybe some quiet reflection before bed.

This doesn't look to be a very productive session of quiet reflection. I don't think I really have that much to say about anything. I have hot feet right now. I hate it when I get hot feet. When I was in Wisconsin and got hot feet during the winter, I would go outside and stand in the snow.

This past week was kind of weird. I was done with the store, and then Hannah was done with her job, and I didn't want to start packing until she left for Albuquerque, and then Hannah caught a cold. So for a few days we just stayed in the apartment. We didn't have to be anywhere, we didn't have to do anything. We only went out a couple of times, for food.

We just sat around the apartment and watched movies. It's been a long time since I've holed up like that.

It's kind of pleasant and also unpleasant.

You start to lose track of days -- weekends, weekdays, it's all the same -- and after a while you lose track of time, too. Sometimes you go to bed late, sometimes you go to bed early. It all feels the same.

You don't really eat that much because you're not expending any energy, but at the same time your life starts to revolve around mealtimes, because there's not a whole lot else to do.

Hannah is more disciplined about sleep and things like that than I am. She's afraid I'm going to descend into savagery while she's gone. I don't think I will, though.

02.15.08