I don’t have it together enough to send out change of address cards, but let me know if you need the new info.
The moving is done (the unpacking is not). The strangest thing we found? Well, when the loveseat was moved, there was a pile of cat toys underneath, including a really realistic bird. I noted that the cats didn’t have a bird-shaped toy. Yes, the realism was created by realism. It was a new kill, though–no decomposition, no smell.
I’ve managed to unpack the kitchen so far, which is amazing, considering that I’ve moved into a kitchen about 1/6 of the size of the last one. As Dan noted, my new kitchen is smaller than the bathroom I share with the boy.
In other news: my new column on movie villains is up: http://www.matchflick.com/column/2206
Also, one of the first blogs I ever posted was on why you shouldn’t read all of the Sookie Stackhouse novels at once. I received a comment from “joker” who vaguely disagreed with me, but thanked me for reading. I wondered if Charlaine Harris had been googling herself. On my last trip to Canada, I read the latest novel. All of the flaws in the series were fixed. Did I actually add something to the world through literary criticism? I’d like to think so.
Finally, I’m performing my only stand-up show of the year at Luna’s in Sacramento at 8 p.m. tonight. Margaret France is headlining; it’s her last show before she moves to Turkey. Even though I’m exhausted and my back is locked up, I couldn’t say no to performing with my girl tonight.
Okay, off to find my underwear–they’ve got to be here somewhere.