What started as minor internet issues on Friday turned into a full-fledged vanishing act, didn’t it? Jeez. Sorry about that.
When I was waiting for the Comcast guy on Friday I realized something. I’m Agoraphobic-Phobic. I was stuck in the house waiting for him during that 14 hour timespan they give you to expect them – and I thought, “Man. This sucks.” Not being able to leave my house may be the worst situation I could ever be in. It’s worse than not having a car, because I could just call a friend or family member in that case. I was actually not allowed to leave because you know, if you do for even five minutes, the repair guy will show up and leave you a note that says, “Sorry you missed your appointment! Next available service call is in 2010.” Those 45 hours I spent waiting for him, (What? Not that long? Felt like it.) practically drove me insane. Do you know what I did while waiting? I cleaned my microwave. I dusted the DVD shelves. I cooked. These are all actions of Zoot when she is Losing Her Damn Mind. It was not pretty.
Of course, all that, and the Comcast box in LilZ’s room is not even working. So I’m going to have to call them again anyway. BAH.
So, I just wanted to pop in and say, “I’m alive! And happy to be allowed out of my home once in awhile!”
The major item on the schedule today is to go through every nook of LilZ’s room and sort all of his possessions into four piles:
1) Keep for the move into the smaller bedroom
2) Give to charity
3) Throw away
4) Keep for sentimental reasons and store in the attic
The bedroom he’s moving into is about half of the size as his current room, so we have to sort before the big move or he’ll start out sleeping under piles of books and shoes. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, it could be internet problems, or I could have gotten eaten by something living in his closet. Pray for me.