inally got my moving dates (mostly) arranged. I'll be loading up on July 16th, with a delivery date in New Orleans of July 20th-24th. I'll need to try to hammer down the latter more specifically if possible, or else buy an inflatable mattress on Amazon and have it delivered just as I arrive.
I'm kind of bummed to see this all coming to an end, however much I'm also looking forward to getting down to New Orleans and getting to work. I think I finally got the textbook order straightened out with the bookstore at Loyola, which was absurdly complicated by my slow internet connection, but I am now more conscious of how few times to be with my friends I now really have left. Friday night's dinner at the Lloyds' with the Harrises and Bob was already "the beginning of the end," with that being the last time I see Bob until we start running into one another at the occasional conference.
And so that was a sad little highlight of the day, other than a fun dinner with Dan over at Miss Katie's Diner, once I grabbed him from a dissertation-writing session in Starbucks. I didn't realize that he'd been there so rarely, and so he was marveling over the size of the portions, while we mostly talked the move and other incidentals like Anna looking more and more like Amy and Owen looking more and more like him. Amy and I apparently see the latter, but he can't see it, yet.
Other than that, too much of my day has been sorting through things and thowing things away. Deadly dull, in other words. My headache from Thursday's medication switch is almost gone. I was warned by the nurse that that was going to be a side effect, and that I needed to keep myself hydrated because it was going to be like a hangover-headache from dehydration, but I was not expecting a five-day "hangover." This is the kind of hangover that should come with unexpected life adventures, like waking up in Milan married to the person next to you. Then again, that might be as inconvenient as the pre-move puttering I'm doing now.