up with dates

• Moved. Packing crew Wednesday, moving crew Thursday, Himself's folks brought over dinner on Thursday evening because we were surrounded by, you know, Boxhenge and couldn't possibly have fended for ourselves. We began the unpacking and have made decent dents in it. The kitchen is now functional. (Himself made dinner for himself last night while I was out for the evening.) The bedroom has things in drawers and closets and we don't have to climb around boxes to get to them. The living room has a television that works (on a complicated internet setup that's important to him). The rest of the place ... there's still a lot of work to do. :-P Wednesday evening after the packing crew left his old place he tells me he had a bit of a meltdown; it's the first house he's owned and he's lived in it longer than any other address in his life ever, so leaving was hard. We knew that would happen. Thursday night I lay in bed thinking meep, what have we done?! - all our combined belongings were in the new place so it was definitely no longer possible to have any further thoughts about whether or not we were actually ready to combine them. Aaaaaaa. Fortunately, Friday night brought no repeat of this. ... Last night I had dreams about spiders and ants and other bugs - in the living room, in the basement, in the kitchen, crawling on my skin. It was pretty awful. I chalked it up to anxiety about the new commute, since my whole morning routine is going to have to change, which is hard for a creature of habit. This morning went fine so maybe tonight I will not have such nightmares.
  
• Promotion. My dossier (which is really just a packet) is due June 30, and I have to prepare a personal statement. I hate those. So I am filled with loathing.
  
• Sinuses. I went to the ENT last Tuesday when I'd had this head cold for three weeks, and got amoxicillin and a fancy nasal spray that doesn't run down my throat or drip right back out my nose because it's powdery instead of liquidy. The two of them together seem to be working and I feel much better, less sneezy, etc. I've got a follow-up in two more weeks to talk about long-term plans and the possibility of roto-rooting now that the acute infection is taken care of. w00t. This weekend with the rain I found myself zonking out pretty much unconscious several times - three times on Friday alone - and the barometer app on my phone said the pressure was 1005 mba and still falling, which in my experience is plenty low; I start to feel groggy below about 1010. (I don't know how big a millibar is. I wouldn't think very? But the internet tells me "normal" atmospheric pressure at sea level - which is basically where we are, here in the swamp - is 1015, the highest sea level pressure ever recorded was 1085, and the lowest was 870 at the center of a tropical cyclone, so that's not a huge range to work with, is it. Anyway, when it gets low, or possibly when it drops quickly - can't tell if it's the absolute pressure or the rate of change - I get extremely drowsy and often doze off and wake up to find that it's raining. I want badly to talk to someone about whether making more room in my sinuses, particularly on the right side of my head, would make me less susceptible to such things - or if that's just the way my life is forever and ever.

And how are you?