Caveat Lector

All the beautiful people are at ALA just now. Me, I’m home working on moving and trying not to panic.

My shoulder is healing. I’ve gone off the horse pills because I don’t seem to need them, and because I’ve a morose certainty I shall need them when the stuff-transport gets underway in earnest. I’ve cut my ibuprofen doses a bit, too, and I only seem to need two doses a day, one after waking up and one before bedtime.

I discovered yesterday that the UW has a library fine charged against me. I have no idea why; I was never notified of an overdue or recall, nor was I ever sent notification of the fine. They’re holding my transcripts until this is cleared up, which makes me angry enough to spit—I don’t think this will imperil my job, but it theoretically could have, and it’s absurd that no attempt has been made to contact me about it. I’ve appealed the fine, but if I don’t hear from them PDQ, I’ll have to go be angry enough to spit in person. Which I don’t have time for, but oh well.

A couple-three people noticed me turning 33 yesterday. Nichole got me a CD by a librarian which has day-in-the-life librarian material on it. Very sweet of her, especially since she was already doing me a favor by looking after the Goths while we were gone. I do have the nicest friends anywhere.

I haven’t much to say about 33. It does feel rather freakish to find myself tooling down the road I set for myself at 30. My 20s were a checkerboard of falling down and dusting myself off and getting up and falling down again. It’s just weird not to have been derailed in a while.

If I were a hobbit, I’d just have come of age. I do feel an awful lot more adult now than I did at 18. Or 21.

Oh, yeah, and my mom and I have hit our elevenses together again, as we always do. Without revealing her actual age, I can say that the difference in age between us is such that we have identical-numeral birthdays (also known as birthdays divisible by 11) in the same year. Just a cute little numerological coincidence.

Today’s jobs: call PODS to change delivery site to the front yard (the driveway isn’t wide enough), get the cashier’s check for the apartment in the mail, go grocery shopping (and look for likely moving-box sources), haul some stuff to the St. Vinnie’s box up at the church, put a couple more things up on Freecycle, try not to melt from the heat.