OK. The kitchen is DONE. The bathroom is DONE. I have a TON of cupboard food that I don't know what to do with. The recycling is overflowing. And I'm starting to wonder if all my stuff will fit in my bags.
Today is super.
And just as a goodbye prezzie, the heavens have decided to remind me of the British weather that I will sorely miss...
BUT
I've got my ipod on, I'm dancing to some German industrial metal (scaring the crap out of Oscar in the process), and I'm just about to DO the bedroom. A few errands to do in town and then sorting out my packing later. I THINK I'm still on track. Of course my loom still hasn't shown up. But I'm supposed to phone them to sort it out. I have no idea what they can do now besides offer to send it to Canada, which I really doubt will happen.
And it's starting to hit home. My god, I will be in the cargo area of Heathrow at this time tomorrow and on my way out of here for a long time. Shit.
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