So, the midterm-from-hell, which was supposed to be — nay, *promised* to be — graded and returned today, was neither.
I got very little garage-sale/moving-prep-wise done tonight, unless you can count watching two episodes of “Commander in Chief” and three episodes of “My Name is Earl” that had been accumulating on our bedroom TiVo.
Simon (the cat) and I have been fighting for the last 48 hours over who has first rights to my office chair. That’s because we moved “his” chair, my old Lazy Boy, to the garage for Friday’s sale. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve had to drag him off my office chair, claws dragging underneath/behind him.
I need to call the guy living in my new house to find out when, exactly, he’s moving out, but I SO cannot be bothered to do so. Why do I dread that so much?
And finally, we’re procrastinating on the semi-regular “Let’s Have a Bath!” day … all the animals need one, and we have fresh flea collars for the cats, but honestly, giving four cats baths is SO not a fun thing when you’re fighting allergies and sinus infections (which Daniel and I are both doing right now).
That’s what’s happening in my neck of the woods. How about yours?