Moooooooooove.

1) Piss off cats, confuse birds by moving them to new apartment.
2) Defy laws of space and time by fitting belongings into 8x10 storage unit.
3) Clean apartment thoroughly, realizing in the process what squalor I lived in.
4) Trust blindly that piano mover will arrive Tuesday afternoon
5) Turn in keys.

Doing pretty good!

In the new/temp place, more or less comfortably. Dial-up access works fine, and at less of a snail's pace than I dreaded.

Biting the bullet and calling health care folks tomorrow, insurance or not. I don't really know for sure what's wrong, but I'm betting it's a monster of a sinus infection. That, or my wisdom teeth have finally migrated up into my brain, in which case I'm gonna get a big I-told-you-so from someone who shall remain unnamed, but whose initials are alliath.

The anger, it is mine.

So. First, there must be backstory:

Last week I went to the music store and asked for a recommendation of someone to move my piano. Shelinda told me a guy named Phillip did their moving for them, but did not usually do private moves; nonetheless, she called him, and he agreed. I made arrangements with Shelinda, gave them both my number, and we set up a date - today - and a time - after 3. She didn't give me Phillip's number, but I am okay with that, because if I didn't usually work for individuals, I wouldn't want my number being given out, either.

But today when he didn't even call to confirm, I called Shelinda back and asked if he usually did so. She said yes, and she'd call him. An hour later, I called her back.

Me: "Uh, so did you get him?"

Her: "... ... He didn't call you?"

Me: "...No. No, he did not."

Her: "..Hang on a minute."

She calls him - again - and I can only imagine blackmails him into actually CALLING ME. And he says, "Can't come today - truck broke down. Should have it back in the morning."

THANK YOU FOR THAT INFORMATION, SIR. When were you going to TELL ME??

So. Waste of an afternoon, and angry, irritated me.