Wednesday is the very final deadline for my father's book. Tomorrow, we're moving. E and I are only half-packed. Balancing the book deadline and moving is a nightmare that I do not wish upon anyone. Another nightmare--the apartment market in Florida. We called six places today--no vacancies. The one we've been banking on has no washer and dryer connections, which is a potential disaster for us and our work uniforms. I don't even have time to worry about this right now, but the longer I wait, the smaller the chance I'll have to get into an apartment next month.
Ribcage may come two days late this week. I don't know. For explanation, see above!
That's all for now!
I need to scream.
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