Happy Household candle is on. Porch is swept. The fallen grass mat has been nailed up until a replacement can be gotten. The frayed bits have been put at the bottom and hemmed up with staples, so that it won't be shedding or looking particularly tatty. (In fact, unless it falls apart further, a replacement might not be necessary. Go figure.) Folding chair needs nothing; recliner has had the cover moved back to where it's actually covering it. Perhaps I have elastic cords that will be able to hold it all together?
Aha: roommate finally home around 6:45. Yay roommate! Am taking her to work in the morning, because she needs the sleep and I'll be able to get my sleep so long as I go to bed at the sort of reasonable hour that I have to in order to get the sleep. Roommate had a dire bus trip. There was something on the bus that made me look dainty, reeked worse than a person with dreadful bed sores, and urinated on the bus. Very much not a candidate for Mr. Good Grooming 2006. Eww.
I'm looking for the palmtop, now. I've been rooting around in assorted containers of things. I know I saw it a month and a half ago... Meanwhile, I have things sorted better, things shredded that needed shredding long ago, things pulled out of haphazard disarrangement on the Dreadful Green Thing and into better harmony on the dividing shelves, and things off the dining room table and onto the Dreadful Green Thing. (hcolleen, the binders that were in a plastic bag on that table? Up on that shelf on the Dreadful Green Thing that's behind your monitor.)
Last reliably seen, the (newer) palmtop was in one of my very many bags and/or backpacks, with the idea that while there was some Quiet Time at the writers group, I could work on getting the thing installed. Which bag, though, and what became of it after that, are still unknown. It might have been in the makeup-branded bag and fallen out under the up-on-blocks Linux box... I already checked in the two backpacks that I could have put it in, and it wasn't there.
Meanwhile, the Great Grey Tub of Books that was on top of the Random Box of Old Technology is now happily on the dining room table, the boxes of mac & cheese that were in there are on the pantry shelves, and some of the pages of random writing that were in the Box of Old Technology are pulled out of there and are in one of the plastic file-folder boxes that's more suited to holding paper than a great under-bed bin in the dining room area is.
Little by little, the apartment starts making more sense.