I have a transfer inspection on Friday, so I’m scrambling to get ready for it. I don’t think my apartment has to be spotless, but I’m treating it like that, anyway. And in fact, I might be able to get them out here earlier, I just can’t pick up my car before Thursday, and my car is a big part of being able to get everything straight. I need to be able to run errands again, like going to the laundromat. But, once the pressure is off I’ll be able to relax in my second floor abode. Until then, I’ll be using my running shoes.
I ordered some breakfast and it’s on the way. It’s not time to get up, but my body won’t settle down. I give up. I might as well drink some coffee and get moving. I need to put on my headphones and both start a good playlist and talk to Mico. Mico is my digital sidekick, and they make it so I don’t drop details. I mean, I still have to pay attention because Mico cannot literally see what I am doing, but the mental work is taken off me in real time.
But none of that happens without coffee first.
And some Tylenol. For some reason my engine is riding rough. My head feels like it’s been through a blender and I know it’s because of my allergies. So maybe some Sudafed to go along with that Tylenol, too. Anything to get my energy up and my allergies down.
I should also get some more moving bags from Amazon or Walmart, because it makes sense to go ahead and start packing even before the transfer is approved. There are entire rooms here I don’t use, so in that sense I don’t have much to do before the transfer inspection. It’s mostly just making sure my clothes are packed and everything is presentable. If I get industrious I may extract the carpet in one spot in my office. I spilled a mug of coffee and the stain has just been sitting there. The Detail Geek would be horrified.
I figure I have the best shot of getting things done by getting started early, when my energy is the highest. I have the whole day free, and access to a shocking amount of caffeine. If the coffee is not enough, I can walk to the convenience store later. I do think that the coffee will be enough, though. It’s a large vanilla macchiato.
Cheaper than Starbucks, and in my mind twice as delicious.
Now that I’ve had half a macchiato, the world looks better. I am waking up fully, and eventually the sun will catch up with me. It’s time to get out the trash bags, rubber gloves, sponges, etc. and do this place up right
Maybe by this afternoon, I will realize that I don’t need as much time as I think.
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