Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Urgh. After my coding session, I figured I'd really better work on finding out where in the house my various Pennsic stuff has found its way to over the past eleven and a half months. Pulling out piles of tarps, coiling rope, shuffling computer equipment out of the way to get to music books ... problem is, this is one of those "I don't feel too bad until I stand up days, and my arms had that rubbery, "I did way too hard a workout yesterday" feeling before I started. (And no, I didn't do any heavy lifting yesterday, I just feel like a healthy person would if they had done so greatly to excess.) I was doing all of this naked, 'cause the house was really too warm for clothing (and there's nobody here to get offended by the sight of my except Perrine, and she doesn't seem to care[1]), but I was wearing Croc-like shoes because my house is not a great place for bare feed. And the sweat was running down my body and collecting in my shoes. Ick. :-(

(Last night, my cell phone shorted out while I was talking, because my sweat had dripped into it and pooled in the SIM socket.

Then a thunderstorm blew through, traded some temperature for some humidity, tossed in a breeze as a special offer, and the house got significantly more comfortable, at least in the parts where I can open windows. Alas, I've already hit the "about to fall over and knock other things over on my way down" point. If I'd realized the (relative) coolness would arrive so soon, I might have delayed starting the effort. Then again, I don't know whether it would have helped enough, as the heat was just one small part.

I'd hoped to get out to Bowie this evening. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stay on my feet long enough to shower and walk out to the car. But I did get partway through my packing list, and that's important -- I have a hard deadline for departure, so I can't just take an extra day to pull myself together. Losing all of yesterday was Not Good. (I'm driving a truck out for a merchant, as usual. If I were driving my own vehicle, I don't think I have enough money to pay for the gas. As it is, I'm going to have to be very careful with my grocery shopping, and I don't think I can buy both a tire and groceries. It's going to be an interesting War in certain respects...

...Including trying out a new used tent that syntonic-comma grabbed for me from Freecycle. It's not going to fit on my platform. So my choices are to forget about the platform and having a flat, level floor this year (in addition to not having any money for lumber, I don't think I have the energy for a construction project -- but maybe next year), which also means moving up the hill a bit and forgoing the shade; or hauling the platform anyhow and either letting part of the tent hang off the platform (hoping I don't wind up damaging the floor) or figuring out a way to set it up with one lobe collapsed so that the rooms I wind up using will mostly squeeze onto the platform. It'll be interesting.

I've been trying to figure out where to cut back on stuff I take to War. I realized that part of the problem is that as far as packing goes, I'm sort of ... three people. I pack as a musician, and then I pack as a photographer, and then I pack as a vacationing geek. (Only "sort of" three people, because the garb, tent, bedding, groceries, etc. are still just for one.)

Well, it's time to see whether this sit-down break has been long enough for me legs to recover sufficiently to get me back down the stairs again safely. It's time to refill the bedside bottle of ice-water. And then to decide whether I feel too wobbly to drive to Bowie or not. (I was hoping to raid Mom's pantry for Pennsic groceries, and ask her for money for a tire.)

[looks back over what I've written so far] Yup, procrastinating and really tired.

Tomorrow I get to wrestle Perrine into the cat-carrier. Friday I get to wrestle inanimate objects onto the truck.