I ran across Captain yesterday, and discovered that I had missed his birthday by two days: he turned two on Saturday. Please join me in wishing him an only-slightly-belated happy birthday! Tomorrow I will show you a picture or two of his little brother, who is utterly ridiculous.
I have gotten my queen bed together, finished putting up the second set of shelves (the third set are partly sitting in the storage area holding Autumn’s final load of stuff, and thus aren’t quite available for use yet), put together an Ikea closet organizer, unloaded several boxes, listened to several hours of an audiobook of Mark Twain’s ‘A Tramp Abroad’ (a bit uneven but by and large just as much fun as anything else he wrote), and I still seem to have just as much left to do as I did when I started this morning. UNPACKING SUCKS!
Also, the used dishwasher with which my landlord replaced the new dishwasher that I had before moving out, apparently so he could move the new one into another apartment (perhaps his daughter’s?), seems to have stopped working. To be fair, I’ve washed literally all of my dishes before I put them away (and only have one or possibly two loads to go), so it’s been a bit busy, but I don’t think that’s a good enough excuse, and if I can’t figure out what’s wrong with the damn thing tomorrow I’m going to gently hint that I’d like a working one, please and thank you. I swear, some people.
