The rental agent says she hopes to have the apartment ready for me to move in tomorrow, Friday. According to her Tuesday email, yesterday new carpet was supposed to go in; there were a few more "minor maintenance issues" and the housekeeper hadn't come in and done her thing yet.
My trunk is full of things I don't need every day and my fridge is quite empty. I'm holding on to the hope I won't have to buy groceries till I've moved. This means Ive been eating out (mostly fast food) a lot, and I'm dangerously low on booze.
Been reading on breaks at work, enough so that a co-worker (the one who wants a soy wool hat) asked today if I'd "broke my knitting finger."