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Settling (Back) InMarch 12, 2006 Rhodry and I moved back to our apartment early last evening. Whew. This is the first morning in almost four weeks that I haven't been looking after someone else's horses -- the first morning that I can take at my own pace, starting with a pot of tea. Actually this morning it started with a badly needed shower, even though it was barely past six and my downstairs neighbors can hear all the swish and gurgle of the water running down the drain. It's plenty light by six these days, so I didn't feel too guilty. Spring seems to have slithered in while I was gone. My bed, with flannel sheets, two comforters (well, OK, one comforter and one opened-up camp sleeping bag), and the comforter cover my sister gave me that I'm using as a bedspread, was too warm. It's no longer too chilly to walk around the apartment in bare feet, and I'm only wearing one layer top and bottom, jeans on the bottom, brown turtleneck on the top -- no longjohns, no sweater. Speaking of bare feet, the floors are overdue for vacuuming. Gritty carpets are easy to ignore when you've got socks and slippers on. Not to mention, the clutter is heading out of control. Maybe it's time to start spring cleaning? Didn't I just finish fall cleaning? Uhura Mazda gets inspected this month. Boy does she need cleaning, inside and out. One year the inspector told me he could have flunked Tesah Toyota because there were Rhodry noseprints on the windshield. I figure this guy was on a bit of an ego-trip -- no way the noseprints were obscuring anyone's line of sight -- but a clean vehicle has to have a psychological advantage, right? At least I walk in there with my registration, my twenty-nine bucks, and a Flunk me if you dare attitude. Now that it's mid-March, it's probably time to start thinking about taxes. Hah. I won't mail my returns till the 14th or 15th of April -- I haven't even printed out my Quicken income and expenses report for 2005 -- but at least this year my quarterlies are paid up so the usual feeling of impending doom ("how am I going to scrounge up three thousand dollars by April 15?") is blessedly absent. Rhodry is still snoring in the other room -- no, he's not: I just heard the shaking of tags, followed by a sneeze. It's almost time for our morning stroll, to see how the neighborhood's fared while we were gone. We've been here at least once a day, of course, but it isn't the same. Rhodry's got trees to check and neighbors to hustle cookies from. FreeCell streak's up to 117, by the way.
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