From A to Z

[the_siobhan]

So last night I hung out with the_axel and a bunch of his friends from England who are here for a couple of days. They are loud, obstreperous and really, really cool.

And they can drink like bastards. Bloody hell, my head.

As a result of the advance case of the pasties I didn't get nearly as much accomplished today as I normally do. Although to be honest, that's also in part because I am just plain tired. I don't have my normal stamina back yet.

• Arranged for delivery of the our phones
  
  
• Went to the bank. EI came through. Yay!
  
  
• Pick up the letter from my doctor's office. Found a route across town that does not involve sitting in a construction zone for an hour. Yay, me and my mad driver skilz.
  
  
• Grabbed some boxes from the local drugstore dumpster for the purpose of packing things.
  
  
• Checked the rainbarrel on the way by -- yep, it hadn't been drained yet. We lost an exterior faucet that way one winter. Emptied it and closed it off.
  
  
• Called back our first-choice hotel for ap10 and talked to the sales manager.
  
  
• Talked to the nice people at the passport office about caspervonb's passport. He should now be ready to fly to England on Monday.
  
  
• Paid my bills. Yay, credit rating.
  
  
• Added some new articles to the BiNetCanada website
  
  
• Dragged the defunct Aptiva case out to the porch to put it out with the trash. Should have done that last night, I don't know what I was thinking. (And some putz stole our recycling bin. Who the hell steals recycling bins? Is there a high value on the black market for hot recycling bins?)
  
  
• Filled in the reservation form for our rental vehicle in England
  
  
• Sent L.'s last minute a.pc9 registration -- along with an ardent apology for being so tardy.
  
  
• taped together one of the boxes and filled it with all my paperbacks that I want to keep -- and generated two bags to be given away or tossed out. (Anybody want some crap SF novels?) Also managed to give myself a nasty case of the sniffles because I am alergic to dust. *achoo*
  
  

bcholmes has been pretty busy lately, but I got to meet up with her for dinner, which was nice, since I won't be seeing her for the two weeks I'm gone. We got caught up what we are doing and what progress has been made on the house and on ap10 stuff. I ate prodigous amounts of Thai food -- my appetite since the surgery has been just unbelieveable. And since I can't exercise, I'm developing a markedly spheroid profile.

Anyway, we talked about the little explosion I went through last week and voicing it to her made me realize that in the larger scheme of things the whole incident had been a positive thing. If there has been no move towards resolution after all this time, there never will be.

I don't know how many times I had to hear, "I don't care" before it finally sank in.

One last time, I guess.

And that is closure, of a sort.