In other news, I finally managed to finish responses to my student packets, but I ran a bit late for the first time since I took on the Vermont gig. The jet lag really messed with me last week; hopefully my students will forgive me. I hate hate hate being late; it makes me feel really guilty and anxious.
I've mostly been dealing with housing stuff today, calling movers and getting estimates, trying to decide whether we want to U-Haul it or actually pay people to move our stuff. We may have hit the point where we just feel too old and out of shape to haul furniture around -- and besides, once you buy enough pizza and beer for the friends you cajoled into helping you, you've half paid the cost of movers already... :-).
Tomorrow I order boxes, I think, and by the end of the week, I'll start packing up books, coats, winter clothes, and other items I shouldn't need immediate access to. I'm looking forward to packing, though I'm sure I'll be complaining about it soon. I hate waiting, and I feel like I'm mostly waiting right now -- for my editor to read the novel and respond, for the house closing (June 6th), for Bodies in Motion to come out, for my new academic job to start. It'll help if I can actually be doing something constructive and physical.
Also trying to sort out our files, which have somehow gotten into an utter scary mess. Receipts everywhere. I don't know what happened.