I tried watching the news with the Otherh last night, but it was all of this, which didn't make for really conversant news watching. sort of staring in dismay news watching. The Otherh doesn't like TV anyway, but DJ does, and we kind of split up into who was sick/who wasn't as far as sleeping quarters went. PE and Otherh went into the little room and DJ and i were left to large bed, late night eating. Of course, DJ had on some history channel blather about the Aztec massacre of the Spanish, which isn't really beddy-bye lullaby type tv either, and we were both up around 1a for whatever reason, eating crappy food. I think the trajectory of this cold is slightly screwball, for we seem to be getting worse.
Today will prove to be a worker-bee type day for me and the Otherh, driving half our asses around Austin in order to get things done so we can move more efficiently. It won't happen. We'll run the morning errands, probably play a few rounds of gin rummy with the Moth, and then dick around at the old house before the mail comes. I'm not sure. Moving is generally a giant pain in the ass, something we do every 9-13 months. we should be pros at it, but we're nowhere near. Generally, we get rid of things by leaving them in the house we're moving from, but I have a feeling we'll be better about that this time, especially considering we're moving the Moth out too. And she's very nice about moving.
Any tips on how to just move already?
I don't know if it's possible. There's just too much shit.
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