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I have spent the last few days in a haze of exhaustion. I spent two days busily at work, moved, and have spent the ensuing three days busily at work, with the result that I am really looking forward to my day off tomorrow, and doubt I'll feel well enough to go in if it so happens that they call me. I am not yet unpacked, and still have to do things like buy another bookcase, and put the mirror on the wall and useful things like that.

The cat seems to be settling in all right, from what I've seen of her. I haven't really been at home enough to find out. Still, I get to sleep in tomorrow morning, and while I'm really looking forward to that, I also imagine that I'll be waking and or getting up at the extremely late hour of nine o' clock, because my body is still adjusting.

Slightly less stiff now, which is promising. But I am really looking forward to having everything away and the boxes gone, and just being able to laze around in the sun, drink tea and do crossstitch, which I haven't done any for ages.

Went to Earthdawn tonight, and was fading towards the end, which means it's probably a good thing that I didn't go to Lace & Steel last night. Does anyone want to fill me in on what happened last night? And by anyone, I mean house_monkey, mashugenah, and Ivan the Terrible. Is my poor character still alive?