Some small threat of rain combined with nonavailability of certain staff have pushed tomorrow’s high ropes day all the way to Friday. That means I have the whole day off. I haven’t picked out my next book yet… so I guess I’ll have to actually do some stuff. There’s a bunch of packing I need to do… but I am as unexcited about moving stuff and furniture as I am excited about actually going to Chicago. Did that make sense? I know it doesn’t really make sense, but grammatically? Who knows. I think if I start digging into it, I’ll get it done and be happy about it… so far, I’ve just had little bursts of motivation and taken care of one little section worth of stuff at a time. That’s not the way I do things when I really want to get them done. Hopefully, that will change, tomorrow.
I’ve been fairly upbeat and happy lately, mostly due to the prospects of seeing Sarah very soon, scouting jobs out there and moving there… only a few things of have brought my mood down: Wendy’s getting my order wrong; Why even offer a vanilla frosty, if you’re gonna give me the chocolate every time? TV show season finales being all cliffhanger and no resolution; I understand wanting to hook us in for another season, but really, they’re sacrificing content just to set up the anticipation. And no one wanting to sublet my apartment… I really don’t want to move this furniture.




































