Lovely day today – weatherwise. (no complaints about anything today actually) Went out on a little bee hunt this afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon is the dentist. I know that my front tooth need repair. Hope everything else is OK.
The move to the asylum is three months away – but – my planning/actions have sort of ground to a halt. So, I am calling in a “senior move consultant”. Mr C would not approve of “throwing money at a problem”, but, it is my problem and my money – so – deal with it, sir. I am OK with downsizing, hiring movers, packing, unpacking, etc. I am not OK with getting rid of everything that isn’t going with me.
And, I need to give the apartment building notice and start trying to play let’s make a deal to get out of as much of the lease breaking penalties as possible. I think I am willing to move me and my stuff into the studio that I “own” already down at the asylum- if the landlord makes me a deal I can not refuse. They might rather re-rent this very costly apartment in August vice October.
Note to Carlton: It is Wimbledon time again. The usual suspects seem to be playing. Hope you will excuse me if I don’t watch. It will be 9 months this Friday. I still miss you. Not raw grief. Just a nagging memory that life was sweeter before you moved on to Georgetown.
Time for a little yoga.