One more shift left. I believe I’m working with the fill-in pharmacist we call “Doogie”. He looks like he’s about 12. He’s also got all the attitude of every rich, snotty guy I ever shared a school with. But… It’s Friday. That means I’ll make a quick trip to the grocery store to grab some stuff for next week’s lunches. Then, I’ll celebrate surviving another week alone by stuffing my face with food that’s not particularly healthy for either my body (or my mind), but tastes wonderful.
Last night, I came home to a delivery on the front porch. It was a super-exciting purchase to help me while I clean the house: a 100-count package of Magic Eraser sponges. I have some shit to scrub. It’s easier to clean things out as I get things sold or taken out of the house. There’s less to deal with now that most of the clothes are gone, maybe another 2-3 bags to go out. I need to force myself to keep up with the cleaning. If I don’t clean as the space clears, I feel like it would be completely overwhelming when the house is emptied. The basement is already overwhelming enough. I’ve decided to clear out the main area first. Once that area is empty, I’ll bring more things out of “the creepy part” of the the basement.
But, the planning continues. While I still have no idea when I’ll be taking off, I want to plot out my route(s) to the Great White North. At the least, I feel like I should map out the basics, and see what my campground options are along the way. I also think I should have an alternate route planned as a backup. The weather could be very different depending on when I’m actually travelling.
I’m allowing myself one little pipe dream on this move. It might be awesome to open one of those little shops where people drink and paint.
It might be even more awesome if I could open a little cafe and sell edibles.
