I’m testing out blogging from my phone. I have a lot of things I want to blog about, but that will have to wait. For one thing, I’m getting over a massive assault of Virus that has been rampaging through my workplace thanks to the holidays, sick kids home from school getting their parents sick, and people reverting to pre-pandemic behavior. I knew it was serious when they put up signs at work pleading with people to wear masks, cover their mouths when they cough, and use hand sanitizer. Nothing like seeing your department shrink one sick employee by one to remember what you shouldn’t have forgotten.
For another thing, I’m moving. In fact, today is the first official day of being the renter at my new place. Of course, due to the aforementioned virus, I’m not in it, but hopefully soon. I have one more month in this drafty old barn. That was just so I could take my time moving, but the Virus has cut into that. The new place is a significant improvement on this one. It’s much newer. The building was actually built in 1963, the year I was born, so it’s not that new, haha, but the apartment looks like it was renovated in the 90s or even the 00s. And! It’s got a washer dryer in the unit. If it had nothing else it would have been worth the increase in rent for that alone. Well—not quite, I had looked at another apartment before this one, a studio that had a full size washer dryer, but it was near my current location in another old crumbling Victorian and I am done with those. So I was after more than just being able to wash clothes in my own place. I was also looking for a proper bathroom instead of the sort of hacked antique tub and toilet that up against the radiator that I have now. The new place has a nice, ordinary modern bathroom. The whole apartment is modern and the layout is just better.
So vaguely trying to pack in between bouts of coughing, that’s my life now. I managed to Kon-Marie my clothes and books, but I have about a million dusty gewgaws and art supplies and stationery and mugs and several pieces of furniture that I am not taking with me, there is dust everywhere, my god. And I have to clean this whole place. But little by little, it’s getting done.