Thank god the week is over.
Actually, I shouldn’t say over. I still have a work-related meeting to attend today. And the phone guy is coming by this morning to install my land line. And I might be making another run to IKEA.
Moving is expensive, y’all!
I made a new discovery here at the apartment. Turns out the tiles on the bathroom floor are (wait for it…) heated. Yes, heated. It took me a while to realize it, but finally I clued in. I love my tiny apartment more each day. Great view, sweet amenities, and I don’t hear a soul. Ever. The neighbors could have been chopped into grisly pieces last night, but I’d never know it. Gotta love these concrete towers. They were made for misanthropic shut-ins like myself. (Photos of the place are coming; I left my digital camera at the other apartment, along with many other items I have to retrieve yet. Sigh.)
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