Update? *handwave* You know: stuff. it happened.

Laurier is trying to sit on my hands.

Barring complications, the condo will be listed tomorrow.

I had a great evening with chrismm, clearing my pantry by giving her beet and asparagus pickles (though, not sadly, the last of either - the asparagus pickles in particular are reserved for brotherly-bribing) and chatting.

I did not clean my kitchen. Like I should have. So that I could take pictures. And have it clean for prospective buyers. Urf.

And lo, my evening headache is back full-blown.

I did manage to get a load of donation-y bits dropped off, and picked up a fitted sheet to staple to my box-spring. Because Laurier has taken to hiding *inside* the bed. Doofus.

I could use a day off, but I need to get stuff done at work so I can feel not-guilty about it.