Faculty meeting at nine, advising orientation meeting, an application to send off, a trip to the bank, a Campus Diversity Committee to attempt to convene, and back to the grocery store because I've decided to cook for the seven new advisees arriving on Saturday. Why not? We can walk to my house from campus and I can feed them better and less expensively than Pizza House, which they will have plenty of over the next four years anyway. --But before any of this, I've got to get the place unpacked and put away. Gotta wash cleaning rags. A thick layer of fur and dust has settled over everything that didn't get touched all summer. Books and shelves, the shrine, spice jars in the kitchen, floors, rugs, furniture, curtains. It's too much for me to do alone without setting off a severe allergy reaction, so Amy is coming in with her Kirby. But she can't do much with heaps on heaps. I'm off to deal with heaps.
Oh, and not including the sad plants. The aloe falls out of its pot. I have no idea what's growing on the back porch. Something is.
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