Spaced out

Although I was looking forward to the removal of about 60% of the furniture in Chez Melina, the immediate effect is one of utter, walking-in-circles confusion. 

Since I was using several dressers that belonged to E.H.*, I had to empty them out so he could move them out and take them with him. This means that I have a lot of underwear and shirts and socks in cardboard boxes, some with cats sleeping inside or on top of their contents.  And I'm also trying to decide where to put the remaining furniture, but I first need to decide which room to finish painting first. There's also the question of deciding which room is spacious enough for me to practice my shaolin "change stance" drills, so I can clear out all furniture.

Also, I spent a fair part of the day attending to car repairs, roof repairs, and lengthy conversations with the people who manage unemployment claims here in Texas (aka the Texas Workforce Commission, or TWC for short). Seems that severance pay may or may not detract from your unemployment payments, depending on what sort of potential legal action you had to forfeit to actually get the severance. So I have no idea when or if I'll receive any unemployment checks.

Although I'd enjoy a drive down to Ryan's, who is keen to show me the house he just bought, I may opt to spend the weekend getting Chez Melina into some kind of order. It's difficult for me to just drive away from the mess, even for a couple of days. Like the protagonist in The Pirates of Penzance, I'm the slave to duty. Sigh.

* See Key to Characters link at right.