Friday, November 29, 2002
Almost everything is boxed. The first load goes to Atlanta tomorrow, then all the furniture when the movers come on Monday. I think I have to get out of here today, just to remove myself from the mess, the chaos, the echoing rooms, for a little while. I spent all of Thanksgiving day (well, almost all of it) talking to Spooky on the phone and watching the Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon. Actually, we watched about two-thirds of the marathon together, via phone. How's that for geeky? Not to mention it must have added up to something like nine hours on the telephone. Anyway, come next week this can stop being the Caitlín's-moving-journal and go back to being the Caitlín-explores-the-day-to-day-drudgery-of-being-an-author-journal. I might actually try to get some work done later this evening, when I can stand to be in this place again.
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