There are two car-loads of stuff yet to be schlepped over from the old apartment, but as I discovered last night when I drove over there to get some of it, I'm still too sick to be at all effective on that front. Luckily, the place is mine through January 1, so I have some time. I wasn't too jazzed about the overlap at first, but the way things are going, I'm thankful for the buffer.

Speaking of the old place, when I went over last night, the parking lot was flooded. No surprise, that--except that there'd been no rain. I parked on the curb and headed in, discovering the source of the water.

You see, in a dazzling display of laissez-faire landlordship, the manager and on-site maintainance man decided to let nature take its course in the pool once the weather got too cold for swimming. Over the last month, the water level dropped by half and the water turned murky green as all manner of muck set up shop in its chlorine-free depths.

It seems that they were pumping the putrid, green water out of the pool and into the parking lot, where the ineffective drainage system was giving it one last chance to sit stagnant.

Thank you for giving me the ghetto send-off, guys. You shouldn't have. Really.

I've also scheduled a Salvation Army pick-up time next week, at which point a lot of what's still in there will be gone. It's nothing I need or have room for anymore, and the good karma is as welcome as the handy-dandy tax write-off.