in which i am moved beyond words

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Or anyway beyond Fairfield Road.

Say. I'm not as completely incapacitated today as I thought I might be. That makes it a good day. Also, it is my second-to-last official day at the Gallery, although I can actually never leave as they have bound me by my sinews and my sense of responsibility and they're taking me out to lunch next Wednesday.


Official credits for Moving Day

I'm goofily excited about the new place. I don't know why, exactly. After two days of sleeping over with just my bed--thank you chromemagpie and Gallant C., who were the Advance Party on Friday night, if you call that a party--it was thrilling to have all of my stuff in once place. I'm officially out of Paris, except that I can't find my *(#$@^#) backup keys.

Thanks to the First Shift, who carted stuff down three flights of stairs and up one to emerge blinking with it from the labyrinthine basements of Paris -- inlandsea, Leirdal, the Gallant C., the Excellent E., and Merry K. And thanks to the Late Shift, who helped me obsessively scrub at the grime on the walls of Paris, which skim of filth from Cook Street I've only belated realized I've been inhaling for a year and a half. The late shift was Leirdal and argus_in_tights, who also rescued me by taking Leirdal's futon far far far away where I never have to see it again.

We left that suite cleaner than it's been in a generation. (Leirdal, you were right. She didn't look behind the fridge.)

Although getting rid of things is never that certain in Victoria. I once bought an Elven Cloak at the long-defunct Retreads on Johnson Street (Remember that place? She made ornate medieval-ish clothes out of remnants and oddments. I spent so much money there.) It was basically a velour bathrobe with a sequinned hood. Eventually it no longer suited my lifestyle, and I donated it to the Sally Ann. They eventually put it into their dumpster of useful items, whence I've taken many cool objects in times now past. My friend linabeet discovered it one night and brought it home to use as an altar cloth, where, maybe two years after my original donation, I noticed its distinctive magenta one day and exclaimed -- "!"

You'll notice that Leirdal worked a double shift yesterday -- she was there for something like 9 hours, and we must all think of something very, very nice to do for her. I'm thinking all the gems she can carry. (Didn't we think he could have carried a lot more than that? I could have.)


Last night I settled in with the end of a bottle of wine I had cleverly forgotten to drink until now, my new old copy of Little, Big from the T-C books sale (full list pending) and a vat of hot water and settled in for a leisurely new-home soak.

Then I got up again to patter damply down the road and tell inlandsea and her friend R. it was okay to come in and they didn't just have to lurk outside the window where only their legs were visible to me from below, like ents.

That turned out to be fun too.

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