you've been real quiet all along in 2013-2014

It's all done. Utilities fully switched, cable installed, everything unpacked but for the things that require better infrastructure (like an opening closet door or organizers), address change submitted to the postal service, move-in checklist turned in. I've got my living room fully set up, with my full-sized bed that is functioning like a daybed. I stacked all the spare blankets and stuffed animals against the wall and wrapped them in a sheet to work as a backrest. Sheppy is learning where he lives (even if he's not quite eating regularly yet), Lena has adjusted fully, and I am still... waiting for the axe to fall, I guess.

I've even gone grocery shopping, but there's still a tense, unsettled part of me. I'm still (f)unemployed, which is nice right now because it's letting me unpack and rest and acclimate the animals. I have $300 until that retirement check clears and my rent is paid through September 1, so honestly, right now I'm fairly stess-less. I'm just... delayed reaction-ing, I guess. I have such a hard time coming down. I need the opposite of Adderall. Maybe that half-bottle of wine in the fridge. Hooray, day-drinking!

There are a few things I need Aaron's help with. Stringing Christmas lights on the walls and shifting the washer and dryer so I can plug them in, namely. But neither is urgent (yet).

So I suppose that on today's docket is to finish repairing Lena's cat tower before she kills me (I went outside and she followed me to jump on it, then when we went inside, she stared at it through the door; when I came in from sealing it before gluing, she meowed angrily at me) and to just vegetate and relax. There's stuff on TV but nothing I care too much about. So just wine and reading/laptop-ing, I guess. Aaron's at his usual Saturday gaming sessions, so I'm quiet and clear until Sharktopus vs Pteraconda comes on tonight.

Everything still feels weird. Nice, and I'm so happy (especially since they moved that ebola patient to within 60 miles of my old residence) to be here, but it's still definitely surreal. Now we have to argue over whose turn it is to go over to the other's apartment. What luxury.