Making Inroads

I just finished sanding the horrible Yellow Pages decoupage off of that table I found in the street and now it is PERFECT for my as-of-yet-non-existent turntable and it even has a section underneath that's perfect for storing the records I brought back from home.  For a second I was worried one of the TSA people had stolen my ZoSo records when she searched my bag at the airport, but then I found them.  And I bought a mattress today.  Full size.  Big enough for "two small adults" haha.  And Abigail is coming a day early (tonight!).  And I start work tomorrow.  And, guys, this--  this is the first day of the next chapter of my life in San Francisco.  The past three weeks have just been the blank space on the page between the end of the last one and the start of the new one.

I was listening to this song on repeat all day.  Whatever that means.