Burnt Like Toast

I'm burnt like toast. These two weeks are jam-packed with tasks.

The vet in Urbana keeps contacting me to set up appointments for Zara and Mimi. As soon as I get to Urbana, I’ll do so.

I need to call the movers and junk hauler guys (done) back.

I ran to the bank and deposited checks. I’ll need to get money for the movers next week.

I’m thinking of going to bed early. I need to get the statues and pictures down in the morning so that I can put them in the storage unit. But I’ll need light to do so. And I have a hair appointment at 11 AM. And I’m meeting the guy to bring the boxes from storage at 2. Oh, and I need to get money for the packing guy for tomorrow. And I need to work on packing and homework.

Oh, the junk hauler guys said that leftover paint (Mom has some in the basement) will dry when mixed with kitty litter. Then they can haul it off. So I need to get a big bag of cheap kitty litter. And something to stir the paint with.