Friday, Maybe This Time - and a Cat

Waif was scared off by noisy door yesterday. And there's evidence that she found, killed, and consumed a rat. Maybe she can teach my fiends a few things...

The big, awkward, hard-to-shift furniture is up here, in pieces, and everywhere related to "in the way". We will be consolidating our assorted nonsense when it's all up here.

That includes two households worth of cutlery, crockery, cookware, gadgetry, and accoutrements to sift through. Yay.

And I have comics to catalogue [later to sell], donations to gather and shift off to Lifeline, supplies to replace and so on.

...and wrangling Paypal so I can put money into the right area is also a pain in the bum. I will manage, by and by.

...which reminds me, I need to juggle my writing money.

Okay. I have money for next week. And a firm belief that I will have just enough to cover things until the move is done.

Thank grop for inertia, I guess?

Onwards to fun nonsense.