M-day

The furniture move begins in 30 minutes. I’m both excited and terrified. In the last 12 hours, I’ve thought repeatedly of cancelling today, and hiding under the covers.

But since I haven’t got a bed in this apartment, that plan really, really sucks.

Tonight, I sleep on a futon, instead of an air mattress, and tomorrow night, there will be waterbed for the first time in over a year.

I can’t wait. I’ve done the emergency call down, and I beleive we have everything in order. No plan survives contact with the enemy, and today, the enemy is a combined assault by Time and Physics. two things I know a lot about, especially their inevitability.

I’ll update in 8 hours, hopefully surrounded by boxes and covered in honest moving sweat.

Okay, maybe the last bit was too much.