Wendi has the key to her new apartment. I’ll be getting the key to my roommate’s place today, if all goes well.

It has begun.

I’ll be moving first. It’s only a huge undertaking because of how long we’ve been entrenched in this house, not because of how much stuff there is to move. I’m firmly focused on the idea of junking as much junk as possible as I move. I’m not going to a very large space, and the next place I inhabit afterward probably won’t be that much larger. It therefore behooves me to keep the amount of packrattage to a bare minimum.

It should be an interesting couple of weeks. Hell, it should be an interesting life…

I turn thirty-two years old today, and to celebrate (in advance, sure) I went north to visit Dawn and also spend a bit of time with some folks from Pool. It was a wonderful, fun, relaxing, rejuvenating couple of days, and I shall always be thankful for such an interlude during this particularly stressful time in my life.

Hey, I even got to shoot some pool. I’m still not very good at it, but I am reminded now of how much I used to enjoy that particular pasttime. I even managed to call and sink a moderately tricky 8-ball shot… only to lose the game anyway on account of scratching. Oh well. It was almost a perfect shot.

All through the weekend I was getting presents of one sort or another… for instance, Lilith bought the anime version of Metropolis on DVD for me. Dawn gave me sweets of various kinds, a Pikachu candy dispenser and the most adorable little plush Nekobus from My Neighbor Totoro:

I arrived at work this morning only to find… well, what can best be described as a cookie basket, waiting for me at the front desk. Thank you, Heather!

I also got birthday cards and some brownies from my coworkers, not to mention lunch at one of my favorite restaurants and any number of verbal birthday greetings as I worked around the building.

Yeah. It’s not all bad. I just have to remember that when things go to hell like they’re so prone to doing…