Good morning, all! I had planned on getting up around 7am, and set the alarm for that time, but at 6:00, I was ready to go. I'm groggy, still on my first cup of coffee, and debating my schedule this morning:
1. bank
2. office
3. cry
This is the first of what will be several long days trying to get the space into workable shape and dealing with clutter from McGlinn's life that the estate should dumped, or sent off, before the move ever happened: the movers delivered about sixlarg cartons of breakable things from McGlinn's apartment, like mirrors, framed objects, etc. that haven't been examined since they left his apartment in 2009. This is ridiculous. By now they should be with the Library of Congress, Salvation Army store, antiques dealer or garbage, but not taking up space in an office and music preparation company! We have little work room because of the unnecessary detritus. It's time to write a rather testy email.
My goal for the next couple of days is to get my office, which is the one current area of sanity (oy!) into a workable space before I tackle the next room. Curtis is back in town on Thursday, so I hope that he and I can at least get some of the cartons of books and paper to their correct region of the office. I cancelled my order for two 4-foot long folding tables; there is currently no space for them.
DR George, I am sorry to read about your friend! I hope he is found and safe.