I woke up at 6, and Doug woke up at 6:30 and put a podcast on that we were listening to last night before we fell asleep. It was about the siege of Leningrad during WWII, and it was very interesting to learn more about the strategy of the German Army, and what their goals were in not "taking" the city like you'd do in a war, but just holding it cut off until every human died or escaped. Over a million and a half people died during the siege but they never gave up, they never surrendered.
The Nazis didn't want the city to surrender because then they'd be responsible for feeding the survivors. So they rather wanted them to die. Or leave. So it was hell. Absolute hell. They wanted the territory, the land, and the plan was utter destruction of the entire city once everyone was out or dead. But they didn't outlast the citizens of Leningrad.
So here I am at 11:30 last night not falling asleep because I didn't know this fact, and I kept just thinking about how horrible it must have been. How absolutely horrible.
This morning, unpacking boxes was not horrible in comparison. Sometimes my brain thinks like that. "Oh hell, this isn't so bad! At least you're not a single mother of three children in the winter in Russia trying to survive and find food! You can do this! You don't have to eat your baby!" I am a sicko. But whatever motivates me to get things done, is good.
I went downstairs instead of listening to the podcast again, brewed the coffee, and unpacked a few boxes. I had a goal. I had been searching for a third coffee cup for Geoff to use. I had found two for Doug and me, but with Geoff here, yes, let's get him some coffee.
I'm not yet at the box with our "normal" coffee mugs but found a few older ones from Doug's grandmother/mother that have been in storage for years.
Geoff came upstairs around 8, still feeling and looking very unwell. He slept on the couch down there because I didn't put bed sheets on his bed and his laundry was all folded very nicely on top of the bed. He didn't have the energy to move it all. Can't say as I blame him. He didn't want any coffee yet anyway so I still have time to find him a decent/better one. He did enjoy a bagel though. I was happy to toast that up for him. Glad to see him eat something since he didn't eat much at all last night.
My property manager emailed me at 7:30am, after me not hearing from him for over a week. He asked that I not end service on the utilities until the 30th, which, I wish he'd told me yesterday or the day before when I fucking ASKED him. I already have things set to end service on Monday. He wants me to undo that. Well. The websites don't let you undo that, and, customer service reps do not work Saturdays. So.
I'll see what I can do Monday Morning? Maybe? But honestly, if you don't reply to my emails don't expect me to know what the hell it is you want. I did my best.
He was supposed to come over today to get the keys from us but instead has put a lockbox on the porch for me to put the key into when we are done.
Um. Okay. Roger that, sir. Got it.
We ended up not even finishing today, even though my friend Robin came to help. Lord is she a cleaning machine. Her attention to detail is extraordinary. She tackled the bathroom, I tackled the kitchen, Doug loaded the truck. Geoff was next to useless because he was still sick. Several times Doug went down to get him and he was asleep on the floor. I told him if he is still sick like this tomorrow, we're going to urgent care. I didn't get a chance to buy him a covid/flu test, nor did I get a chance to buy Toffee some dog food. But so help me we'll take him to a doctor if he's still unwell.
Doug and Geoff left, I forget at what time, 3:30? maybe? They left me the dog, which was nice. I love her. And she is very good to have around. And Robin loves her. She spent a whole week with Toffee a while back, and always wants to see her so it was a joyful blessing to have them together.
I messaged J to ask her if Meg could come over to play, and she said yes, and came right over.
The dogs had an outrageous romp, lots of big dog biting and high-speed racing. They found a good stick to fight over, the tugging and pulling and running side by side with that one big stick in both of their mouths was amazing.
Robin and I stopped working at about 5. We had disassembled the refrigerator, and all the pieces are on the counter waiting to be scrubbed. I still need to vacuum downstairs. And I contacted a guy named Wilbur to come pick up all our trash, because I do not think the county is going to take all of it on Tuesday. I'm happy to pay for that haul away.
Doug had loaded up the truck, and put a number of things in the Volvo, but there was still a lot of room. I added some more and put the dog in. Robin and I were hungry so we went to Brew Belly. I realized Toffee had not eaten since breakfast so the poor thing was surviving on tiny milk bone cookies for the afternoon.
I asked the guy at the counter if they had a sad roll, that had maybe fallen on the floor and was gonna get trashed anyway, if he had something like that and could lovingly stick a piece of cheese in it to hold the dog over until I got her home...
He did one better. He got some cubed chicken cheffed it up, put a roll and cheese in a box with the chicken and she had the best dinner ever. 25% tip and me going back in to buy a lot of beer to take home to the family.
I don't see well to drive at night, and it was getting dark so Robin and I went our separate ways. Toffee in the car, me behind the wheel, plants and fridge things and all kinds of shenanigans loaded up we headed home. We were far enough north that the GPS didn't send us back south to the beltway. Instead, she sent us ... through the woods.
In the dark.
And that sucked.
I also realized while deep in the woods we were super low on gas. 45 miles to empty and I had a 50 mile ride ahead of me. Of course when you are in the woods you are nowhere near a gas station. We made it to the highway and I got off at the first exit that I knew there was gas. Toffee wanted out but I needed her to stay in. It was 8pm, and we still had about 40 minutes to go on our trip.
I needed to pee but didn't stop at the South Mountain rest area because I didn't want to leave Toffee in the car alone. Not fair to her.
I made it home at 8:30, where Geoff was already in bed, Doug was looking like someone beat the shit out of him, and he went to bed right after I walked in.
That's okay - he loaded and unloaded the u-haul. No complaint here.
I let Toffee out, grabbed a beer and started putting things away. I have no idea why we have five jars of jalapeno rings. Someone better start eating them.
I also realized my yoga pants could probably walk by themselves. I've worn them every day for a week. They is nasty. Damn nasty. So I grabbed some other dirty laundry, like the guest bed sheets, and some towels. and loaded up the washing machine. I'm waiting for it to finish so I can put things in the dryer and happily go to sleep.
Tomorrow I'm headed back down, finish the fridge (get everything out of the freezer) and do the stairs and basement carpet. Sweep. Mop. Get all the plants in the car. Declare Victory. Go live in the new house.
Note to self: remember the things in the basement like the laundry detergent and dog shampoo, and remember the modem/router to return it to Verizon. Do not forget.
No picture today, but not for lack of trying to get one of Robin and Toffee cuddling on the sofa outside Brew Belly.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. somehow 15 min/.26 mile measured by fitbit. I mean, I walked all day. Plus the up and down and twisting and yoga poses of cleaning inside cabinets and and and.... at least it detected some part of the movement. 15k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
6:30am: 130
xpm: x
10:30pm: 122
food & meds:
6:30am: jardiance+phentermine
3pm: met+glip
5pm: protein bar
6pm: cheesesteak and a couple fries, a beer
9:30pm: met+glip
beer while loading the refrigerator
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