I've not seen much of The Socialist these past few days. He still has a few weeks of teaching in the evenings, and by the time he arrives home I've dropped into bed exhausted. He's taking it in good stride, which I appreciate. This weekend promises no relief - it is our last chance to remove things from the old apartment and do a thorough cleaning over there, and I anticipate two full days of Lysol and Lemon Pledge before I'm done with that place forever.
Just in time, too. In the past couple of weeks, a group I've taken to calling the Addams Family has moved in next door to the old place. A man, woman and seven (count 'em, 7) children, in a two bedroom apartment. None of the children are older than twelve, and they've taken to using the hallways of the building as their own personal playground. I have no idea if the apartment management is aware of this, but considering their lack of response to my own problems, I see no need to alert them to this. My lease terminates a week from now, and with it comes the end of my having to deal with Gomez, Morticia and their monstrous offspring. That's good enough for me.
I discovered to my dismay that DSL will not be available at our new address for at least a year. I hope that cable isn't prohibitive, because it looks to be our only high speed alternative. I've seen no cable lines on the second floor, so I suspect if we do go with cable we'll have to get someone out to wire the upstairs for us. That's more than I can deal with at the moment. I may dump this problem in The Socialist's hands to sort out. I sorted out all the utilities, after all, so it's only fair.
Tonight I fill the car with yet more books and take them to the new apartment. I'm hoping I can have all my books moved by the weekend. I honestly did not realize how many tomes I own. It comes to over a thousand, apparently. The Socialist said he'd help, but so far it's been a his and her move, where he concentrates nearly exclusively on only his stuff (to the point where he took only *his* spices out of the spice rack and left mine for me to pack!). I therefore do not hold my breath for any assistance from that part of the world.
Between last week's convention and this week's move, I feel particularly out of touch with the world. I need to buy a decent newpaper soon, or I will start to show signs of current events withdrawal.