Beginning of the end

Digging out from under a mountain of laundry gives me a moment to realise just where I am in the whole relocation process. (In Chicago, under a mountain of laundry and other to-do's).

Yesterday was my last day of temp work. No more weekdays for me. It started propitiously, sharing a cab with my landlady, who paid for the whole ride! The day involved ice cream, and one very disappointed electrician. And I dodged the bus on the ride home by taking Metra.

So now I have a week to get all my ducks in a row to move from Chicago to Ohio via Virginia. Right now, I am in the clean and get-rid-of mode. I need to return books to the library, scripts to VG, and donate a bunch of stuff to Brown Elephant. Although it kills me not to go grocery shopping. (I am also in the eating the dregs of the pantry mode, which makes for an interesting, if not terribly appetizing menu.)

But I did get to sleep in this morning, loll about in my jammers and make blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Which is nice and lazy, but does nothing for my mile-long list. And strangely, being lazy is only adding to my general anxiety. But I think I see a night of wings and beer in my future...

(This sandwich was so artfully placed on the parking meter, it was art.
At 11.30PM on Saturday night.)

on the radio: "Sports Talk" - AM 670. (Kallisti is over doing laundry, too)