I'm out of sorts because I can't find anything in the new apt.

I couldn't find the iron last night to prepare something to wear for work tonight.
I sort of steamed a shirt for hubby and used the dryer to fluff up something for myself. I am buying an iron on the way home from work.

I can't find my check book. Yuck. It is very likely in a box that hubby put together. Yuck.

No computer at the apt yet. I have't plugged in the MAC -- too many boxes and craap everywhere. And I am no teckie. Calling the phone company for dial up service seems like a hassle.

I am borrowing the computer at my friend's house -- she passed away in June and her son has not moved in yet.

I went to the post office and turned in change of address for myself. Hubby and I have different last names so he has to turn in his own form.

Get this. The apt is NOISY in the day time. I might be forced to change my lifelong habits and sleep in the night time.

The first night I was asleep by 2:30. Last night 3:15. (For months I have been getting to sleep aroudn 6:00 am . THis is early for me!!!!)
Sunday morning was quiet But lots and lots of noise on Monday morning. OHHHHHHHHH.

Late for work.
Mari