crossposted from Facebook..

Bleargh,I'm calling in sick to work. I always feel guilty - I'm always sure someone else is sicker than I am and still dragging their ass in. I wish I could wait to make the decision later and see how I feel, but we're closing on our condo this morning and I have to be there, regardless of how I feel. (Still - YAY, CONDO KEYS WILL SOON BE IN MY HAND!!) And who minds sharing germs with the seller? A pox on him!

Yes, the moment of truth is nigh! I'm going to show up at the closing with a car full of cleaning supplies and a belly full of breakfast and vitamins so that I can keep working as long as possible. :) I'm really glad they never turned off the electricity and water, so that there's a working toilet (very important!) and presumably stove - broth and tea will be easy to do.

ETA: My stomach is making the most alarming noises. 8o (<---that's my alarmed face.)

urg, mildew!

I just went to fill my travelling honey bottle and there was black powder all over the inside of the top.

Make sure things are completely dry before putting them away.

I do these things so you don't have to. And I blog them so I won't have to make the same mistake twice.

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My keychain is now FAT! :)

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It's warm out, feels nice on my achy old bones. I believe I shall pack my hat, shorts and sandals and go poke around the new place, cleaning and making myself feel at home. If I get hungry I can walk up the street from there and buy a hotdog. :) But I think I'll get some cheese and corn chips on my way, anyhow, so I can sit on my deck and have tea. I have no chair or table, but that's okay. I'll take one of these old cafeteria trays we have.