Maya: Darker than the average pink. <------------ My new descriptive tag line.

Now that the night has passed the hour of witching, by some good deal, I've got to report some half decent success with packing. One bookshelf has been emptied entirely, and cleaned. It's shelves have been pulled out and is now but a skeleton of its former glory. The other two await the same fate, though they are now mostly covered in miscellany that I haven't figured out where to pack, yet. My CDs took some thought, as since the last time they were moved, I had a good deal fewer. I count something close to 120, which isn't actually a lot, compared to, say, Nick. When you realise that my 90-CD tower was about half filled when I moved in here two years ago, and I've been on something of a fixed income (that is to say, quite low), it is a lot of music. They mostly all fit into the box in which I'd gotten my scanner, though it is MUCH too heavy for me to use with the handle that comes attached. Who knew that music could be so weighty?

Now I must go to bed. Packing must begin bright and early, and then I must hie me to the migraine specialist, and then with clothing to Al and Carrie's. I wonder if they have an outer key for the appartment building ready yet. I will ask them. Hm, I should have thought to ask much earlier in the day. Oh well. Anyway, my headache has passed, which leads me to believe that it was due to a lack of water and food today. Probably more the water, since I haven't been hydrating as much as I ought. Fancy. I have since drunk three glasses of water, so I guess I'll be okay. Whew, good thing; I'm only half done packing !