Well, as of this morning, there's a for sale sign out in front of our house.

We've been furiously throwing things out, giving away furniture, trying to shed the accumulation of years, going quite mad about the different things that we go mad about.

In my case, that's how much we have to get done in such a short time. That doesn't bother Elisa a bit, but the for sale sign freaked her out. Her thing is strangers invading our house and poking through everything. Now she's all twitchy and nervous too.

I admit I haven't been paying a lot of attention to people's journals for the last couple weeks. I have been trying to get some writing done, particularly since there's a story that's sold if I can change it the way the editor wants it changed. I'm almost done with that, but I'd wanted to turn it around much more quickly.

Also had some stuff I had to do for Sci-Fi. A couple reviews and an interview with Roland Emmerich about his forthcoming global warming climate apocalypse movie.

And I really want to get the screenplay draft I've been working on forever finished before we leave. New stuff will probably present itself once class starts and I'd like to clear the decks of this one.

I don't know what's going to get done and what isn't at this point. I guess some stuff has to.