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Водитель и охранник стояли достаточно далеко, что-бы не слышать голос хозяина. Впрочем, если ветер и доносил до них обрывки слов -- что в этом странного? Почему бы человеку и не поговорить самому с собой на исходе трудового дня, стоя в полном одиночестве над плешущими волнами?

His driver and his bodyguards were standing far enough away not to be able to hear what their employer said [a word of their employer]. But even if the wind did carry snatches of his words to their ears, what was so strange about that? Why shouldn't a man make conversation with himself as the working day was drawing to a close, standing all alone above the dancing, splashing waves?

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Oi. Okay, let that be a lesson to you, Jag. Never start doing more Russian than usual when the laundry's in in the morning. Also, god I can't wait till we have in-house laundry machines. Can't. Wait.

I may have hit the point where I need a to-do list to keep track of my to-do lists. Maybe not, but I definitely need to get into the habit of writing down all the shit I need to do during the day at the start of the day before my head explodes. I haven't yet gotten to the point where I need to write down the habitual stuff at least. And there will be weaving class tonight! A whole three, three and a half hours where I will be focusing on one task! Or an over-task of related tasks. It's like a miracle.

Till then, I get to go even more manic than I already am, oh fun.

House thing seems to be going well. I need to get information from the 2nd Mortgage Lady and give some information to her, but we have the insurance thing done and everything else seems to be on track. Paralegal has all the information she needs I think, and I need to print up some things she sent me and put that in the box but I don't think it involves anything we need to sign. I don't think. It's a very weird feeling after all this logistical crap to suddenly not have it to do.

And packing. Endless amounts of packing. And more packing. And then more packing and I think we're going to end up just dropping stuff off on our way to work, me and the boy. Take a couple boxes, sling them into the car, haul them over, drop them off. It's kind of on my way to work, it's less on his way to work but it's not far off the main drag, so there's that. Stuff it in one of the spare rooms. On a counter. Something. Once we get the keys, at least. We'll have about a month and a half to get all the major contractors done and that ought to be enough time.

Till then, I have writing! Which goes apace, albeit slowly. Last night I just ended up being too tired to focus on much besides knitting till very late, and then I got dragged off early. But writing is slowly getting back into the groove. I need to get back into the groove of counting my words, though. Starting today. Holy crap, I might even be regaining my routines. By tooth and claw. I've got my shitkickers on, so let's wade through some of this shit I have to do.