Good God did that habit eat up some money!
I've been very busy trying to get one load a day into here from the old storage place which is barely a mile away. The new place is far away enough that outside of an emergency I'm not going there and it will be up to Ken to get things from there to bring here, for me to list on Ebay.
I started the day at noon, having been up until 4AM the night before, doing things (none of those things practicing) and I did watch a rather nice documentary on George Orwell.
The day started with a headache, and an email from the landlord saying we're behind on rent. I printed out the statement and it appeared to be a record of all rents paid for the last few years. I called up the company and the lady on the phone said they don't own this building any more.
So now I wanted to know (a) if Ken's sent in the rent for December, and (b) where he's sending it to. But he's not answering the phone.
I packed a bunch of things including a large, long, delicate piece of lab glass that took special packing, then realized it was 4:30 and although I was fairly certain someone was at the office of the old place until 6, I'd better get over there.
So I dropped everything and got over there. They close at 5, so I was right. I said we're out of the smaller of the two units we have there and the gal went with me to make sure there's no lock on the unit and we swept it out, so it will be ready to rent out to someone else.
Then I got back here, finished packing that last thing, and took the things to the post office and FedEx. Then I took some time off to have pastries and a coffee at Paris Baguette, and read another chapter of "In Dubious Battle". Now, thanks to computers, I know what it's like to be someone who never reads unless they make a concerted effort to do so, and only reads a very little at a time.
I rode back to the storage place and made up a load and took it back here, of the most hoarder-riffic assortment of stuff, gems mixed very thoroughly with utter junk that will be thrown away immediately when I sort through the stuff.
I really hope to get some busking done this month, I really do. At least I don't drink any more. That little hobby ate up tons of money. $10 a day on that habit would amount to $3650 a year, but I think I was burning through far more money than that, since I was really not saving money so ... double that at least.
I have a good savings rate now, at least.
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