The weekend was surprisingly quiet. I don’t think we had anyone on either side of us, though someone came in last night on at least one side. Tom said they were only noisy as they were coming in. I thought I heard a door or two after I crashed, and I did hear movement this morning for a while, but other than that and this dog that barks every now and then from somewhere around here, I haven’t heard much else. Just occasional car stereos and alarms. In some ways, the place is quieter than the dump of a house was. I still can’t wait to get into a place here! I miss my stuff and having more than one room!

Most apartments and motels would drive me crazy with their constant slew of projects, but this place hasn’t done anything more than the usual cleaning and landscaping so far. They keep the place immaculate.

Because Tom didn’t plan very well, no doubt with some help from above, he couldn’t work Saturday because he needed to square away this room for another week that day, and we had other errands to run. It turned out to be kind of fun despite our situation. We did the laundry, browsed through stores, and stopped at the storage place. We pulled the other guitar and the diamond for sale. The question is where to sell them. He owes me a new office chair, so he says, because he had to use mine as a dolly and it got beat up. Yeah, I’m sure many other things did, too. It happens every goddamn time we move.

I still haven’t gotten the reply I was promised upon receiving my forms for the beauty basket, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get it. They couldn’t not have gotten the faxes and the mailed forms, so what’s taking so long to put the stuff in the mail and send it to me? I’m sick of having to do the work to get my own wins! Since when is that supposed to be the winner’s job?