Moving day

Diana's fortune cookie said, "You and your new wife will have a very happy life together." I can't decide whether that's really wrong or really right.

I am just about all moved. I don't seem to have my bag of laundry - if it's not at the old apartment I've lost half a dozen outfits. I still have a lot of unpacking to do, of course. Also we have no hot water and no internet. But things are good - I really like my room, the cats are warming up to me, Diana has a Catwoman cookie jar(!)

I am shocked that people will come up to me on the street and ask what happened to my hand. And, though I'll admit that my fuse is very very short these days, I'm not a bit sorry for going off on them. If I ever need a Random Embarrassing Anecdote, yelling "I have a tumor in my bone!" in Union Square will serve.

Shinies. And by 'shinies' I mean unread books.

What can you do with only one working hand and no internet access or cable? Well, there's always books - which comes as a surprise to me because I almost never read at home. I have a good hour and a half per day for reading on the train and at lunch, and that's fast enough to get through a YA book at a snappy pace.

The library has delivered to me:
The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman
Paper Towns, John Green
The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins
Tender Morsels, Margo Lanagan

This is wonderful. But it occurs to me that the Depressing factor might be a little high, which is why it's good that I haven't yet read the sequel to Toys Go Out...