laundry

so weird to walk into jackson's room and pick up her stuff, to use her hangers to hang up my clothes, to wash the clothes she left... shudders of toronto on that level, but it is the process... cleaning and rearranging the stuff and moving into the whole space cuz i live here alone now and surely can use all of the space with all the stuff i have... tomorrow morning i'll clean her room and start moving stuff in there, or so is the plan for as much as i plan...

another blog was born since the last entry, but i'll reserve the introductions and explanations and integration into the written gardens for the moment as i do not want to get lost in the words and forget laundry and the cleaning as i so often do and find the weekend passed and not enough got done as so often happens... are you hearing the sardonic chuckling (or something like that?)...

an ncis marathon is a bittersweet background for this transition weekend... would be easier in the short term if i had plans with friends away from this place but the stuff and space would still need to be dealt with, so i am dealing... relaxing and fun comes after the work that needs to be done...

who said life is fair? (snark :}