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I conceived of the idea that perhaps Alex could get nighttime air conditioning via swapping rooms with the media room. The project has subsequently started. Today, Belovedest unloaded the vast majority of the media room. Meanwhile, Alex did a lot of unloading/discarding/sorting of their room, and discovered that dear Escape Calico had been kicking a lot of litter out of her box, *and* had been horking up her breakfast under the bed. Sigh. Cats.

I assembled and stamped some boxes, then went to flomp down. Belovedest had put the futon mattress down on the end of the bed (like I'd suggested) but there were things underneath, so it was a bit of a slope. It was also a little higher than I could easily just sit. I wound up scaling the slope to flomp in bed. (Then, of course, it was time to do the mattress and bed frame move out of red room to the corner room, so I moved some of the small things in the way onto out of the way shelves, then assisted in some of the pulling and holding of the mattress.)

Belovedest took the vacuum that we don't care about for the purpose of vacuuming. We'd discussed whether we want to take up the carpet (allegedly there's hardwood) but that sounds like Work(TM).

It got around about dinner time, and Belovedest handed me the notional baton and asked if I could handle the boorgoor order. I did, and then had a smol tizzy that I'd used Belovedest's account (as requested) and there might be some sekrit code sent to their phone that I wouldn't have gotten. They had done the thing before, and told me that I should just show up, call the number, give the name, and accept the boorgoor. So I did. I had opened the passenger window, but the person came around to the driver's side, and in any event she was nice but I was freaking out about being too close to a person, nevermind that it was less than two minutes and we were both masked.

The light sensor bulbs arrived, and one of them is in the porch light. For some reason explicable to only the electricians at the time, the porch light is wired on. There's been an LED bulb in it for a while, but it's only screwed all the way to making a circuit for special occasions. Now it can turn on in the evening and off in the morning thanks to the wonders of a little photosensitive patch. I was contemplating the motion detection light sensitive kind, but decided this was not the month for that. Whee, independent units of home automation. (Honestly, the motion detection one sounds good for the garage, which has a similar problem.)

Current status:

Escape Calico is living downstairs until All This is sorted. Escape Calico has been Concerned that she and Alex might be moving again, but we cannot explain to her that yes, it's "moving", but it's an internal move.

Alex will likely be sleeping downstairs ditto.

Escape Calico's food is down there, on the grounds that Alex doesn't want to be toting it up and down stairs, and also if it's left out upstairs, Yellface will start gnawing into it and no-one will be happy, not even Yellface.

The bed is in the corner room, the hallways are vaguely passable, the futon mattress is draped in a corner, boxes are stacked out of the way, ish.

The queen mattress needs cleaning to remove Essence of Escape Calico which is her own designer scent she's going to be so mad. Either that or replacement, and if it's that then it'll be call-2-haul time. I've been skulking through Craigslist. We'll see what vinegar and Nature's Miracle do.

We're likely renting a big carpet shampooer tomorrow.

I'm operating on about 5 hours' sleep.

Most of the bookcases are still in the corner room.

The futon frame is up on its end in the corner room.

Belovedest has done the bulk of the heavy lifting, but we've all perhaps over-exerted.

Some fucker is still setting off fireworks. There's been a Nextdoor dustup, in which our fairy lights were not the gotcha that some asshole thought they would be (and I'm not sure if he was aware that they're *ours*, just he was referencing lights in July when others were complaining about boom not on the designated boom-date, not that boom is legal in the city). I'm of two minds about calling the police non-emergency number, which is what 311 website says to do, but on the gripping hand I am le tired.

Current Mood: then fire ze missiles

I did sleep for a significant amount of time.

I'm discovering things around the house that need doing (like unearthing my desk) and working on them. Yesterday I sorted a shoebox of my papers: scan, then sort. Shred, cut up for note paper, keep.

The Lorge Black Chair arrived early on a few weeks back. I helped get it inside.

Belovedest and I picked out a sectional. It's brown velvet. I don't object to the color in the context of the living room, and the price was good.

There was some heated discussion about living room layouts.

The blue recliner was thanked and dismissed before the sectional arrived.

Actually getting the thing in the house was an Adventure. Belovedest and I moved things around on the night before (see: heated discussion). Then Alex and I moved more things the morning of, particularly after the delivery guys found that the intended route in wouldn't work. In the end, they hauled the long section in the front door, down the hall, through the kitchen, through the narrow pocket door into the dining room, and from there finally to the living room. The wide section got hung up in the narrow pocket door. After much debate and sweat, they reversed course, popped out the screen of a dining room window, and brought it in that way. I had to demolish some shrubbery, but it was worth the effort.

This past week has mostly been health work. Part 1 of a dental coronation was Tuesday. I have been taking ibuprofen since then. I was warned that the pain might linger, and given criteria for when to consider it a problem rather than the healing process. Wednesday was my doctor in Auburn, which was a bit of a challenge to get to without a car. I figured out a reasonable thing with the train.

I am not prepared to discuss the car situation.

Belovedest hung some of the lights today, and they're pretty.

"The ladies" (Yellcat and Murderface Thea) remain in an armed hot war that erupts whenever they're not being monitored by peacekeepers. Most recently I was the one who didn't keep Yellface contained, and there was galloping (cats), squalling and swearing (cats), and running and yelling (humans and at least five fire lizards in a trench coat).

Thursday was the day of all the phone calls: the physical therapist, the more local physical therapist, the research scheduler, the spammer, the vet, and the vet again.

Consequently food was Difficult because out of brains plus face hurt. Unfortunately the place I picked for dinner did not announce the cilantro garnish, which made my pho Not Food. We got an uncontaminated version to go.

There's a hilarious sequel to the flooding in the basement. Now the lawn is flooding. Friday was the three vendors about that. The fourth is Monday. (1 warranty visit, 3 price consultations.) Yay.

Now that I've quit, I'm getting more done than ever before. At this rate -- no, I'll not jinx us. But. Word war is a good way to go. And I prefer Gaim to the client onsite, because Gaim chimes for me. My word war words are 1979 tonight. My bed is in the other corner of the room. The chest of drawers and the stuff on top of it are in the corner where the bed was. I have posters up. I'll be re-arranging the rugs at some point. It now actually makes sense to watch a movie from the computer, because the computer faces the bed at a reasonable distance.

I'm an exhausted Loonie, what with shuffling stuff about and all this writing, and all this staying up far too late. At least I've got time off this week!