Last Day of Spring Break/Last Day of the Estate Sale/Homework Day

I’m going to cancel my massage. I’m low on funds, plus I want to talk to the estate sale person. They’ll probably charge a cancellation fee, but so be it.

Huh. Took a nap and woke up before my alarm, but I feel like going back to bed.

I canceled the appointment. They said that if they can’t fill that appointment, they will charge one-half the service cost. Fair. The funny thing is that I do have a sore throat. I think that I’ll have some Ramen. And hmm, I forgot to get more frozen yogurt yesterday. I’m dehydrated and getting a headache. I’m going to lie down with Zara for a little while. Couldn’t sleep.

I’m having IBS symptoms, and I don’t want to be stuck at the storage unit without a bathroom, so I’m going to stay home. I have plenty to do around here.

Showered. Hung up the “Do not let the cats out” sign. Found a spot for cleaning supplies and light bulbs. Got my cube-shaped acrylic organizers, and things do look neater in there. I think that I want to replace my plastic baskets with acrylic when I have the money.

Went through another bag of clothes. I think that I’m going to wind up with too many clothes and will need to take another pass at them.

I started working on homework. Now I’m waiting for the estate sale person to call. She seems to call later and later each day. Call. I really want to lie down.

That was weird. Her call went directly to voicemail. Okay. They did over $4500 today. There still is a lot of stuff left. Jake, the guy with whom I was working to set up the sale, will be in touch Monday or Tuesday.

Lay down. Couldn’t sleep. Back to homework. Made an arrangement with a TA to discuss some things from class during his Office Hours tomorrow. I think that's as far as I'll get with my algorithms homework tonight, and I want to work on the program tomorrow morning when I'm fresh. Plus Zara wants food. So I think that I'll go through another bag of clothes.

Sigh. I’m trying to explain to Zara that I won’t feed her on the bed. She needs to come down to the floor. I don’t want food crumbs on the bed. She is being stubborn. And Mimi wants attention.

I soaked the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Emailed the pet sitter. I'm going to finish the dishes and scoop the litter boxes and get ready for bed.