It's almost as if I live here or something.

I had to call to cancel my old electricity account because they had my middle initial wrong. That's right: I never got around to getting it right for the ten years I lived at the old place. While I was on the phone, I told them to deliver my damn solid waste bins already. I should be all set for utilities early next week.

I have unpacked my jewelry. I no longer look and feel like a frumpy, camping savage.

I put milk in my tea today. Twice. I put milk in my oatmeal. I cooked beans and rice and put them in the fridge, where they will last for several days. I don't take that for granted quite the way I used to.

The coven couldn't come over last night. I drank beer without them.

Because I'm a genius, I scheduled furniture delivery for Sunday, with a window of 0900-2100. (?!) I have a hot date with Comfy Lady on Saturday night. She's being very understanding about it.