Ha! Found the previous instance of housekeys, so I can toss a working copy at the JD. And I found dust masks, so this time I won't be laid low by dust allergies.
3:53 PM 6/17/2007
Have swapped relative placement of stereo (infrequent use) and printer/scanner/copier/fax (less frequent use but higher possible usefulness) with no issues so far. Goodness only knows what the next step is supposed to be, but my laundry is ready for the dryer.
6:21 PM 6/17/2007
Laundry is all done, except for the putting away part. Oh, and the part where the drawer that usually holds my underwear and handkerchiefs needs fixing, since it fell apart. But the laundry is clean, at least.
Dishes are at least on their way to being clean too. hcolleen is home.
Things are getting tagged.
6:52 PM 6/17/2007
Bloody done with researching in suggestions for today. Now that I know what's needed, I can do some of the basic background work.
7:05 PM 6/17/2007
Didn't I already eat lunch? Is it supper time so soon? WTF, body. At least most of the dishes are put away. I got a start on fixing the drawer in question, so within 24 hours it should be ready to put back into service. hcolleen has gone to bed.
7:18 PM 6/17/2007
Despite the confusion of CDs, I'm absolutely thrilled that I got the stereo and printer swapped. It feels like I really did something. I need to call Darkside, as it's a weekend and that's something I do on weekends, and I know that I'd feel bad about missing that, even though I don't feel any particular need to speak with him about anything.
This does give me an excuse to go through and figure out what happened this week, though. I had a piece of writing get linked around, so I'm feeling good about that. My dodgy alarm clock is officially unfixable. We're plotting a road trip to California in mid-August, and a trip to the Grand Canyon in July. Writers group stuff happened. I got a bit swamped with suggestions stuff. I got directed to clean up the DB as well as documenting it and all the other random stuff. Oh, and the thing with the dude. I'm still standing, and re-learning how to think. Zombies attacked. I evidently need to find a calling as a poet, because that's where a lot of my powerful stuff comes out. Management calls what I'm doing in addition to working "a life", and I just find that surreal, because people in high school thought I didn't have one, and now that I do seem to have what other people call one ... I'm not sure what to do, because it's very completely geeky and just not conventional at all. The roommate got a ping-back from the place we're considering; I have my resumé put together right, and just need to get it turned in. We're starting to watch Cowboy Bebop on the off-nights, and some Ranma 1/2 on other days, and gods know how many other random things we're watching. Oh, and clergymoment, ack.
Local people are welcome to nudge us about attending anime night, incidentally. myrrhianna hosts it, so she has the final say about who gets to come, but she's pretty open to assorted friends-of-friends.