So, I’m still trapped in moving hell, but it could be worse. I could be moving and also be on fire and covered in eels. I did, however, just get access to my computer for the first time in almost a week which is both a terrible relief and also reminds me of just how many deadlines I’m missing.
I’m tired. I’m sticky. I’m panicked about all the work that needs to be done just to bring this house up to code and I’m trying not to just hide in bed or start a bonfire in my office. I do have stories but I’m too drained and inappropriately whiney to do them justice but I promise they’ll be worth it. Probably.
BTW, this is a live shot of my office directly behind me:
I’m not moving again unless it’s in a coffin.
PS. In brighter, non-witty news, Hailey LOVES her new school, the cats have discovered the excitement of leaping on unsuspecting strangers from the top of the stairs, and I just found the original, dusty blueprints for this house which apparently included a “magic corner”, a panic room, and an enormous space in the attic labeled “GUN ROOM“. I can only guess that the original owners were necromancers.
PPS. Victor just read this over my shoulder and was like, “You think the original owners raised people from the dead?” and I was like “Oh, wait. No, not necromancers. What’s that other secret society? The Freemasons!” and Victor just shook his head, and then I was all “Magic, the Gathering?” and then Victor just walked away in disgust, and I screamed “THE ILLUMINATI!” right as the doorbell rang. It was the mailman and he looked very disconcerted, probably because he now thought I was expecting the Illuminati at the door, or possibly because the foyer is currently home to a haunted dollhouse, a five-foot paper-mache pig, half a bobcat, and a life-sized statue of Marie Antoinette holding a taxidermied cobra.
We are totally classing up the neighborhood.