tabasco

31:365Tabasco and lemons for our oysters on the half shell tonight. Sometimes I marvel at how far I've come. When I was in my early 20s, fish sticks were the extent of my seafood adventures. Thank goodness M taught me the importance of trying new things. My life is so much richer because of it.

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gone

30:365Out of town again. I laughed at the irony last night of simultaneously packing (a suitcase) and unpacking (boxes). Even though I'm used to traveling now, it was strange to leave my home of two days this morning. And frustrating. My mascara was inexplicably separate from the rest of my makeup, and my MacBook power cord is nowhere to be found. Thankfully I had enough time to run into the office and unwire my desk to bring my "permanent" one with me. I meant to work tonight, here at the hotel, but waves of exhaustion are saying otherwise. I think I might actually get to sleep before 10. 9:30 if I'm lucky!

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glue

29:365Today we moved. Again, essentially. Well, I guess the correct phrase would be "we moved some more," but it really felt like we moved again. Tomorrow, for the first time this school year (because timing is a bitch), Zoe has a project due. She had to choose 100 of something and glue it down to posterboard as they are celebrating 100 days of school. She chose pennies. Cool. She counted them all out and created her design. Then looked at me expectantly. "Oh, right! You need glue!"Well, okay. I know we have glue. I know this because I packed it. In one of the eleventy billion boxes that hold all our stuff. Shit. I found three boxes labeled "Zoe Art Supplies" in the office. Ironically none of them had glue. So I eyeballed the stack you see here, that currently resides in her room. Took a deep breath and dove in. Took about four boxes, but I found it. We glued, and she's thrilled, and I unpacked more boxes. Dining room table is clean. Only 1 box in sight in the living room. Our bedroom is manageable, and all the clothes are put away. We're doing good. Tired, but good.

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movers

28:365And so we were today. Movers. Tonight? Tonight we are The Moved. Very, very tired, but moved. Still a few things left to bring from home to the "lifeboat" as my FIL so aptly named it, and several boxes to unpack, and the office to set up. But we have beds, and clothes, and cats, and when we are done with boxes they get put away, not stacked along walls and in halls. So it is all very, very good.

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reload

25:365My hard drive started failing in Orlando. One day it bogged way down, then took me four tries to get it to reboot. I gimped along and worked on it for 2.5 days after returning. Monday afternoon I went to the Apple Store where the Genius plugged in a diagnostic cable and wrinkled up his forehead. "Are you backed up?"I wasn't. Because our old, decrepit network at the office is full of outdated garbage and wouldn't hold my 96GB of files. I'm not sure if it was exhaustion or having a hundred other things on my mind or blind faith in my beloved Mac, but I did not lose my shit. I didn't even wince. I marched over to the accessories wall and selected a 500GB external drive. I handed it to the Genius along with my Amex. "Here. Back it up, then replace the drive. Call me when you're done." The new drive is covered under warranty, and the external unit was $110 and something I need for backups anyway since the network is worthless. He said he did not think he'd be able to back it up, but he'd try. I said, "It'll work."Then I left, picked up more banana boxes from the grocery on the way, and came home to work on my personal Mac. At 7:38 that night the Genius called. "I got everything backed up. Your new hard drive is being installed and you should be able to pick it up tomorrow morning."I picked it up, along with my new external drive, but continued to work from home as I had pressing deadlines and no time to reinstall all my software.That was this morning's task. Took me four hours to get everything reloaded and configured, but I'm back in business.And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm such a huge Apple fan.

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date night

24:365Date night with friends. Cicero's for dinner, then Craig Ferguson at The Pageant. Lots of f-bombs. F*ckin' funny. Great f*ckin' night. I'm hoping that M will think it's too late to pack any f*cking boxes when we get home. I'm f*cking tired.

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