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I'm writing this at work. It's slow. There are people here but nothing's going on that requires my attention, at least for the moment. We close at 9 on Fridays so it'll be time to start closing up before I know it.

Writing is a less expensive way to pass the time than what I was doing before, which was browsing Etsy. I bought a beaded bracelet and $40 worth of candles before I knew it. Oh well, I missed the Bath & Body Works sale that they always have in early December (it was today, but everything online was sold out before I thought to check), and I'm sure I would have spent at least as much there if I had had the chance. And hey, on Etsy you're (presumably) buying from a small seller, so that's good. (For the record, I bought the candles from From the Page, which as you might guess is book-themed.)

I was late to work because the traffic stopped dead about half a mile from my house and stayed that way for darn near 15 minutes. By the time it finally got moving whatever the problem was had been solved, apparently - that is to say there was no wreck to be gawked at or anything. But that kind of thing is pretty unusual in my little suburb. Getting to work involves getting on the freeway, for me, but by the time I finally got to the freeway the traffic there was problem-free.

My sister is sending me text updates on the progress of the unpacking. She says she's totally exhausted at the end of the day each day but she's also enjoying the process. I guess we're going to try to go check in person this weekend at some point.