Which was good because the screaming baby from the plane was still echoing in my ears as I tried to go to sleep last night. It started to freak me out, I was almost literally hallucinating implacably wailing babies. But eventually I got to sleep somehow.
I moved a suitcase full of stuff over to the new apartment this morning: just books and clothes. Not like I'm going to get all moved in at this rate (going to enlist some help for that, hopefully) but at least it's a start, and a symbolic gesture towards the reality of having to get my ass in gear and get stuff done as well.
Walked over to Ritter's after that. I don't know how to explain how intensely I appreciate boring, familiar food. Pancakes and eggs and a cup of tea in one of those little ceramic diner coffee mugs, all of it with too much syrup and butter and sugar on, was so good. Oh man. Mmm.
