I've concluded it's crummy to be 80 years aged and packing to move--by myself. So I treated myself!
It probably is the best pecan roll I've ever purchased, and sight unseen, no less. The shopper deserved every bit of the tip I left her.
One room, the studio, is done. Complete. The bathroom is stripped down to toothbrush, toothpaste, my comb, soap and a towel.
I'm down to my bedroom, and boxes are beginning to pile up. Most of the shelves in the closet are empty. I have about ten linear feet of shelving in my new bedroom, plus the metal shelving I've been dragging behind me the last several moves. Things will have a home.
I'm not up for more than half a day of work, and the rest of today is to empty the black shelving into the U-Haul box and seal it up. And finish the pecan roll. And keep sending "you can do it" gifs to Shelly, for her state nursing board exams tomorrow.
The weather is decidedly colder. Mid seventies all week, back to eighty for the weekend.
Well, down to the last fork full; back to packing.
P.S.: I'm the only one keeping track, I'm sure, but for the record of the work of New York banks, the first replacement credit card arrived today. The three to five business days to receipt card. The card compromised Sunday, August 28th, arrived today, September 13.
And if you are familiar with Ohio, it was mailed from Westerville, Ohio. That town is located on the three digit interstate that circles Columbus and shoots traffic off to Indiana, West Virginia and Kentucky. It takes less than two and a half hours to drive down Interstate 71 to Westerville.