Moving day: 24 hours

I borrowed this Mutts cartoon from Christine's place.
Al Dubois tells us to expect 23.5 more hours of shitty weather, then spring will really shpring.
Creechman is not the only person to link to weather people.
Got the delivery of my Clic Clacks (no idea how they are meant to be spelled).
Did the Lysol Wipes™ thing on every doorknob and light switch and anything else that might possibly have been handled by strangers. And the humongous mirror in the living room, which I guess at about 10 feet wide, was brown with nicotine.
Even a smoker would be disgusted.
The toilet runs. And I have no door on my bedroom. I’m thinking 60s beads are in order. But no; the cats would be clickety clacking them every time they come in or out.
I will have to think about this. Maybe ask the landlord to give me a door?
What a concept!


