||[Oct. 21st, 2007|03:16 pm]
Finally we have unpacked all 89 moving boxes from our move. The bookshelves are mostly filled, there's still a lot of odds and ends on the dining table, plus a bunch of rearranging to do, but it's almost presentable. The house will need a bit of yard work, some nice outdoor furniture, bbq, lawnmower etc., the indoors will need pictures hanging on the walls, ect ect ect super chiz (n. molesworth). Next door's little doggie is visiting frequently for playtimes. She also has a habit of leaving little doggie droppings on the lawn, which we'd like to discourage. Still, he's a nice little grrl who just wants to be part of the group. Last night she was whining for some attention at the back screen door while we unpacked a zillion books, and that caused a few doggie tears as we didn't have the attention to spare. At one point she pushed hopefully through the cat flap and came inside, but that wasn't allowed. Poor girly mustn't get the lovin' she needs at home. We hear from neighbours that she'll be leaving in a couple of months, so there will be about six weeks for Dax and Weensie to get to know her.|
Dax and Weensie should be at the Eastern Creek quarantine station right now, if our arrangements and expenses have not been in vain. We are yet to hear from them, but I think the onus in on us to call them during their minimal business hours. Actually, the hours of business aren't so bad, it's the visiting times that remind me of hospital rules. We'll get out there and a matron in a starched wimple will admonish us that we mustn't excite the patients too much, and no, don't bring flowers as they just make mess in the wards.
Speaking of hospitals, I spent a night in one last Monday doing a sleep study for suspected sleep apnoea. I haven't blogged about it, but it's a long running problem for me that I never seem to wake feeling like I've slept, I'm a snorer as yuriverse will testify and I'm feeling tired during the day with a low attention span and so on. All classic symptoms, so the study was booked in at St Vincents private hospital, and I "slept" Monday covered in electrodes with tiny tubes in the bottom of my nostrils. In the very disturbed sleep I had, I hope they found some useful info.
The rest of the week was a hectic time of trying to had over my current work project to a Seattle-based team, learning the Balmain ins and outs, and making excuses to Ali as to why I was missing our personal training sessions. Normalcy. Next week.