I Am Large, I Contain Multitudes

Bucket of water for flushing: check. Batteries and flashlight: check. Stash of candles and matches: check. Gas stove/oven: check. Fridge turned down to coldest setting: check. Milk frozen to a predictable slush: check (our fridge has definite cold spots).

I am told that the power lines in Manhattan are mostly underground, so we should actually be pretty good -- unless the power station downtown gets flooded out!

Nevertheless, school's closed preemptively today, and indeed until further notice, as we will follow the NYC public schools. Transit closed last night at 7pm, which meant we made the disappointing-but-prudent choice to skip our dinner plans on the Lower East Side, and stayed home. And I made tortilla casserole and pumpkin muffins (actually pumpkin-cranberry-walnut-white-chip muffins, brought to you entirely by Trader Joe's), and spent time uploading photos to Flickr, and got calls from both my parents making sure that we were safe and prepared and not being evacuated from NYC (we're not -- just the immediate perimeter, and we're pretty far inland).

It's actually all good timing, personally, because I woke up yesterday with the I'm-getting-a-cold sore throat, which turned into sniffles right on cue late last night. So I was in bed by 11 and slept the clock round, which was great.

Right now, it's so quiet here, it's like Christmas. (Literally, not metaphorically.) No rain yet, but the wind has picked up.

I have lots more on my stuff-that-would-be-great-to-get-done agenda for today: some cooking, mostly computer work. This may include a number of catchup LJ entries, so if you're wondering why a sudden spate, that'll be totally why. (And if they don't come, it may well mean the power went out, because guess what, no power = no router = no Internets.)

I also do have to make some updates remotely to the website for work, which -- look! I CAN! So I'm going to go do that for now.

So there's this hurricane en route.

Which is going to sweep through NYC later today and then on up to Boston Sunday morning, by which time it may have downgraded to Tropical Storm.

Also, you may have incidentally noticed, we're moving scheduled to move on Sunday.

Yes, we know this is suboptimal.

No, we don't know if the move will really be able to take place. We have to call the movers tonight and see what they say. (When we called them Thursday, they said "Oh yeah, totally going ahead! Unless we can't, of course, in which case we can't reschedule you until Sept. 6, so basically you're screwed!")

So.

Either way, we still have to finish all the packing today just in case, so anyone [local enough to travel safely!] who wants to come over this afternoon and help pack the kitchen, plastic-wrap furniture, etc. will be rewarded with pizza. Probably from Pescatore. :-)

Also, we have a stereo, possibly a vacuum cleaner, and undoubtedly some other fun things (four pounds of potatoes??) still to give away!

Which reminds me also: WTF do I do with an entire box of tech trash (cables, external disk drives, etc)? I have three dead laptops I need to dispose of, I know I can take those to MicroCenter or something, but the rest? (That is, in the next 24 hours with minimal time investment on my part.) reuse?

Today was just my three-minute consult for the surgical procedure. (Despite the fact that they booked me for a half-hour slot in the first place.)

They have now very kindly scheduled me for the actual procedure a week from today. At which time I will re-absorb all the good wishes sent my way earlier today.

Christ on a crutch.

I mean, no harm done, really, but ARRRRRGH what a waste of my emotional energy. (And meanwhile I still have this weird ache lingering in the affected area, and no one has any opinion on that.)

I'm going to go upstairs and rant at my boyfriend now. :-P

All I want is... ( everything that seems so close and yet so far out of my reach. ) Is that so wrong?

... Is this PMS? Pesach-induced blood sugar swings? Post-[seder] letdown? Work stress? Shul stress? Vicarious prod-week stress? Loneliness? Plain old out-of-sorts?

Nothing that a hot bath and an early bedtime couldn't fix, I suppose. At least, except for the part where I failed to send my mom even a birthday card on time (for today), but it's too late to worry about that for now. All I can do is call her up.

Given how unreliable World has become about actually delivering mail, it is now more aggravating than ever to be waiting for responses from specific people, because the likelihood that such responses were *sent* but are going undelivered is statistically significant. :-P

Folks, if I fail to answer your mail in a timely fashion, please don't be shy about re-sending it. Or copy my work address if you have it.

Oy.