September 23rd, 2021 – 1,093

I have a moving date at last. Wouldn’t you know it, but I’ll be moving into my new home, of all days, on September 27th, 3Y1K. There, now the day has a reason to be significant. Am I nervous about it? You betcha, I’m anxious about all the things I might forget to do in the meantime, and how I need to still move the darn internet over. Using tethered internet for a few weeks is going to be rough as can be, but it’s a necessary evil. Stressed? Well, yes, but not as much as I was initially. I’m procesing this at my own pace best I can, and while yes it’s going to be disruptive, I am also in a good position now, not least as I know by Wednesday I’ll have a bed. I’ll be couch surfing my own couch until then.

TBS’s ending is going to need to be rewritten, but I am also now thinking I may need longer than the 27th to finish. No real problems there, I can have as long as I need, but a part of me is still itching to jump into a new thing and clear my head. Granted, doing so won’t fix all my problems, but it’s still an inviting prospect. You know what else is an inviting prospect right now? Bed. I may as well make the most of this one, because I’ve only got it to use for a little longer.