Here, in this case, is Riverview (the Mothhouse).  I should have been in my old home packing.  My friend said he would come around half past nine in the morning, and the place still looks like I live in it:  Books in the bookshelves, clothes on the floor (OK, only a few clothes, and then in the bedroom), computers still running, other computers standing opened after I tried but failed to repair them.  A couple of the oldest computers probably ought to be recycled, truth to tell. I may be able to format them still.  If I have not used them since last I moved (4 years almost to the day) then I probably won’t use them ever again.

A little old lady on the bus said words of wisdom today, although not to me. I overheard it because she spoke to the woman across the  aisle. Said the little old lady:  “If you don’t have time now, you’ll never have time.”

I still plan to fix the two big black computers Someday.  Someday is the eight day of the week, right?  Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Someday. They both just need a new power supply, preferably one with higher capacity so it does not melt like the previous did.  I am planning to order that after I move, because I want the delivery address to match the address on my credit card, and I can’t change the address on my card until I move. So Someday after I move I plan to order the parts that I can use to repair the computers another Someday.  But this first Someday I’ll need to unpack and get things in place after the move on Saturday.  Actually, the packing gets a bit easier because some of the stuff is already packed – last time I moved.  I intended to unpack it Someday.

Anyway, I went here instead because I wanted to broaden the shoveled path through the snow.  It should be broad enough now for almost everything, but I am still not sure about the fridge and washing machine.  I broadened it a good deal last I was here, but I got tired, so I decided to do it next Someday.  I changed my mind to today, but in the unexpected howling wind I did not get done as much as I had hoped before I had to seek refuge indoors. Don’t want to be sick for moving day!

Also, I bought two smoke alarms and a second thermometer.  The thermometer is in the bedroom now. It shows -5.9 degrees Celsius, where zero is the freezing point, as you may remember.  The temperature outside is supposed to be 6 degrees. Honestly, it does not feel quite that cold in the bedroom, more like fridge temperature.  Still, it is a pretty good bet that I’ll put a space heater there before using it for the first time. Presumably tomorrow, rather than Someday.