Because I have a few vacation days to use up before my departure, I didn’t go to work yesterday. I didn’t have anywhere to be, no plans or obligations. It was just a day at home. Let me tell ya, there should days like that for everyone at least once a month. I was in such a good mood all weekend, partly because of the excitement of all my upcoming events, but also because I knew I had three whole days off. In a row!

Brad was gone much of Sunday and almost all of Monday, which meant I had the whole apartment to myself. I watched Gilmore Girls, read a whole book and a half, got lots of little tasks accomplished, and even did some packing in preparation for the big move.

It’s hard to pack right now though because whenever I look at something I think, Yeah we might need that in the next three weeks. So nothing gets done. I have, however, managed to pack about five or six boxes of junk that we won’t use before we move. How do we have five or six boxes of crap that we don’t even use on a regular basis? Most of it is clothes and shoes we won’t wear again until winter, extra sheets and towels, and books I won’t have time to read. The rest is stuff from the kitchen—pots and pans and the like—because oh yeah, we don’t cook anyway.

Brad’s mom owns a little gift shop so she hooked me up with a stack of collapsed cardboard boxes and a tape gun. Add to that a pile of magazines for crumpling and a Sharpie, and I was high on packing half the weekend.

While I was high, I decided to catch up on laundry too. Brad does his own laundry because somehow he always has about three times as much as me, and I wash the few things I need when I need them. But neither of us washes the linens until we’re on the verge of sleeping on a bare mattress and drying off from showers with paper towel. So I did five loads of laundry yesterday. This was annoying only because one of the two dryers in our building’s laundry room doesn’t work at all, and the other does a half-ass job. Rather than pay $2.50 to dry every load twice, I instead opted to hang up all the damp stuff to dry in our apartment.

I had sheets draped over the shower curtain rod and towels hung over doors. Shirts dangled from chairs and desk drawers, and our tv stand (actually a baker’s rack) was decorated in underwear. I thought about posting a picture, but then the Internet would have seen a dozen pairs of my underwear, and I’m just not cool with that.

It ended up being a very productive long-weekend, yet somehow I still feel overwhelmed by all that needs to be done. If you could see our apartment right now, you wouldn’t believe that I had packed anything. It’s still cluttered and crammed with crap crap crap.

Even so, my day off was delightfully delicious. I think I’ll have another please.