Good morning, all! I spoke to our DR edisaurus about 8:30 am during one of daily small breakdowns during which I feel overwhellmed and exhausted by the megillah. As Joe Orton observed, with madness as with vomit it's the passerby who receives the inconvenience, so I do apologize, DR edisaurus, for my fraught state. I need a week's break from tyis madness.
The bomb did go off; at least the cannister's empty, so I assume it did. I think on Tuesday, I'll do another one to kill anything that might be thinking about moving in. I had a ton of laundry this morning, and later I'll order a set of plastic under-bed storage tubs from Target so I can unpack some of these plastic bags and try to give my life some normalcy. Last night I watched three hours or so of the BBC adaptation of Dickens' PICKWICK PAPERS. Very funny.
Yesterday, I ordered my new bed, and I expect it to arrive in a couple of weeks. Now I need to order a set of box springs. Oy.