And, And, And.

This afternoon, after much procrastination, I finally finished moving myself out of the condo. My keyring is a couple of keys lighter, and I only have one garage door remote in my car now.

Now that I’m down to one place to deal with, I need to sit down and map out what I want to do and in what order. To quote a perpetually optimistic character from Parks and Rec, there are LITERALLY hundreds of things I could work on. I could, for instance:

• Start peeling wallpaper in the office, which is apparently fabric-backed and, despite being floor to ceiling, should come off with nothing more than a few kind words.
• Start peeling wallpaper in the dining area, which is apparently paper-backed and much more difficult to remove, but is holding me up from hanging the shelves I want to use for my stemware, wine, and cook books, among other storage needs.
• Swap electrical fixtures so that my shiny new white faceplates have shiny new switches and receptacles to match.
• Finish unboxing everything that is still scattered about the house, and hopefully track down the box that must contain my pasta bowls and salad plates, as I seem to recall packing them together and am currently missing them.
• Finish the backyard ant suppression project, and count and stack the pavers on the patio.
• Etc., etc., etc.

It’s a long list.

And it’s hot outside. Hot enough that I broke down and turned on the air conditioning, which I really didn’t want to do, but when it was hitting 90 degrees outside…you turn on the AC. On the bright side, my lovely little Nest tells me things like how long the AC ran that day. I could (and will) devote a whole, separate post to Nest, both the thermostat and the Protect smoke/CO alarms, but for the moment I’m impressed. But the weather does not leave me motivated to do much in the way of work, outdoors or indoors. Fortunately it’s supposed to cool down soon, and then I can get back out there and resume the task of taming the back yard.

For tonight, I contented myself to get my indoor broom into the house so that I could sweep the half-cup of cat litter Sam has broadcast throughout the office in the course of entering and exiting the litterbox, and now I can walk near the box to scoop it or grab some food without cat litter crunching under my feet.

Progress.