Pre-move randomocity

I think I've got most of the big stuff accomplished.

I move Monday and most of the stuff I've got left to do will have to be done at the last minute--like packing up my computers.

And I'm a bit scared, mostly because so far everything has gone exactly like I planned. In my experience this is the prelude to a major clusterfuck. Let's hope this feeling is just something I inherited from my mom--she was the queen of anticipating disaster--and not something that actually occurs.

I did go back into the office for a few minutes this week for a co-worker's birthday celebration. It was weird, being there, seeing my old desk with all my stuff gone. I'll get over it, though--my stuff has been shipped to the new office and will be ready and waiting at my new desk.

Yes, I still miss Atari, still feel sometimes that he's around, and I still forget that he's not going to come into the living room while I'm watching TV, wanting to be walked. I guess, in some ways, I was really lucky when he died--my best friend (and Atari's mom) and my goddaughter really helped me over the immediate aftermath, and all this moving crap has given me a ton of other stuff to concentrate on. In the mean time the gaping hole in my heart has scabbed over, I think. Plus, Talyan's success in pursuing her acting career have given me some positive things to focus on.

I do have an idea for a web series that I need to develop. I'm still at the ruminating stage with it--I won't be able to concentrate on it until after the move. I think it'll be a Good Thing, though. It's something I've never done before.

Anyways, I'll be missing all the St Patrick's Day festivities here in Savannah--in case you didn't know, we have a huge blowout every year. It's no big deal for me--I lived in the Historic District for several years and was at Ground Zero for the festivites more times than I care to remember. So, with me it's a Been There, Done That kinda thing. That many drunk people in that small a space leads to some interesting occurances. Like the argument I almost always get into with a drunk Yankee who is going on and on AND ON about how wonderful things are up north of the Mason-Dixon line and how nobody in their right mind would want to live here . . . don't get me started.

So, what are you doing this weekend? Partying? Or chilling out?