Last day in the office yesterday…it is still not really hitting me. I don’t think it will until I get *back* from Portland in a few weeks, and get up in the morning, and don’t go to work.
I am very much looking forward to that feeling.
Because right now, the feeling is more like: OMG it’s 5:00 and I haven’t even started packing, and I haven’t gotten the orchids into the sink, or taken the trash out, or even thought about dinner, or or or or….
But what I did do: I procured chains for the Witchmobile, and learned how to put them on. In fact I rather showed the man how to show me how to put them on, because he was so obviously doing it wrong. So I feel good about that. And now they’re in my trunk, and I hope I never have to look at them again. Because, annoying as it was to fiddle with them in the tire shop, I can easily see how very much more annoying it would be to fiddle with them in the dark-wet-cold-snowy-filthy-roadside when they become necessary.
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Dept. of Small Victories: I returned from my errands, hoping for a parking spot right out front, due to packing car at 6am tomorrow with many loads of stuff. No parking spot. So, magical thinking engaged, and I thought, If I drive the 4 blocks up to campus and get the rest of my office-stuff I could not carry home yesterday (that I was going to walk up and get today), then when I come back, there will be parking.
So I did, and so there was: a car pulled out right out front just as I returned. Win!!!
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And, Oooh Oooh! Look what I found when I checked the mail!!!
