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It's 3:30, and I haven't packed a thing since I got off work at noon, but I have been to Wal-Mart, and signed papers, and been to the new apartment, and have just now had a late lunch. I am exhausted. I may have to play GuildWars for a bit to recover, although I'm not sure I even have the energy for that. (Boy, I am tired.)

I called this morning to see if we would be able to get into the apartment today, and the assistant manager who answered the phone sounded really blank, and I panicked. I thought, "Oh god, they forgot. We're not going to be able to get in until next week. We're gonna have to reschedule the movers..." But no, it was just that she wasn't sure whether the apartment was 100% ready to turn over to us. There was some minor thing with the carpet and the painters, apparently, but everything looks fine to me. The carpet is brand-new, which is nice. And it turns out that even though the kitchen looks identical to our old one at first glance, it's actually slightly bigger and has more cabinets and one more silverware drawer, which is nice. And it has an icemaker, which the old one didn't. (Not that I can't live without an icemaker, of course, but still.)

I bought a bunch of crap at Wal-mart, all of which has escaped me now. I went to look at lamps, in the first place, because we have one that we bought there last spring that I liked, but they didn't have the right shade to match the one we already have. I bought a couple of new ice trays which we now don't need.  I bought a couple of fall-themed guest towels, just for the heck of it, and some fluorescent light bulbs, and a trivet, and some hooks. Useful things. I haven't been going to Wal-Mart at all lately - we have been buying groceries at Kroger's, and I had made a couple of expeditions to Target in the last week for other moving supplies - and our Wal-Mart has been in the throes of a badly-needed remodeling, and I had trouble finding things. But it does look better, I have to admit, now that the remodeling is largely done.

I am fighting the urge to go take more things over to the new place, and think about how we're going to arrange things. Oh, since we're on the first floor, the balcony has a wooden fence around it, essentially, and it's huge. It was getting some sun, which means maybe my plants will stay alive after all, if I can just remember to water them. And the fence means we can be messy out there without getting called out by the neatness police. (Actually, I'm not sure that's a good thing. I need somebody to keep me in line, after all.)