Preparation.

So much to do, so little time. Why do I let myself get backed up this way? Tonight I need to do several loads of laundry, go grocery shopping, sterilize a couple of bathrooms, and do a general clean up of the apartment. I have some mail on the stairs waiting to be attended to, but most of the stuff lying around is The Socialist’s. Ordinarily I’d just dump it all in The Socialist’s room, but since that’s where I’m going to be housing company, I need to actually clean this stuff up. Argh!

The infamous “hoogie” party ( 27Dec 2002 – Back to the grind. ) is Saturday night. I’m quite pleased I’ve managed to find a way of getting out of it. The Socialist will still be attending, so I’ll probably drag my company out to dinner and maybe a movie, depending on what we’re both up for. Turns out that the hostess misspelled “Hoagie” – it appears that your guess was dead-on Allimom! The Socialist loathes sandwiches and lunchmeat. He feels faint if a jar of mayonnaise is opened in the same county. I don’t know how he’s going to survive this trauma. I’ll have to remember to tell him that hot peppers are a traditional hoagie complement. That might help some.

They are calling for a little snow overnight, into tomorrow. It won’t be enough to really mess things up on the roadways. I hope the same can be said for the airport. Speaking of which, I have to figure out how to get there from here. I suddenly realized that this is the first time I’ll be going down to The Big City directly from my new apartment. I know there’s an easy way to do it, but I don’t know where the on-ramp is to the highway I want to take. Yet another thing I have to attend to tonight, I suppose.