I slept on my new apartment's living room floor last night. It's not as bad as it sounds, but not as good as my king-size tempur-pedic.

I packed my car with stuff for a trip to the new place, then waited for my Kiwi to get off work and help (he has a van). He called at six to say he had another hour of work to do. Then again at 7:48 to say he was on his way, but had to clean up first, as he had fiberglas in his hair.

Well, this whole island gig means that ferries only run sometimes, and not late into the night from the south end. By the time Kiwi Boy would have driven home, showered, changed and returned, it would have been 9pm, and the last boat off is 9:30. No time to load the van at that rate. I absolved him of his duty and told him to sleep up for today's run.

So, having stewed in my adrenaline most of the afternoon, I then had to face the idea that I would be taking the 8:30 boat, unpacking the car, and sleeping at the new place. The last boat BACK to the island is 10:00pm, and there wasn't any chance of unloading and getting back in time for that one. Oy vey!

I shoved the slightly damp-smelling down comforter and my two tempur-pedic pillows into the last available empty spaces between the boxes that were jammed into my 'vintage' Subaru wagon. I was weary before I even got on the boat.

The unpacking went well for my being so sleepy. I was unpacked by 11:30, then settled into my improvising snuggy-nest and watched about an hour of tacky cable TV. I hadn't realized how much I missed South Park, the Daily Show and Will & Grace; these were things I watched with Husband #2 whilst bonging out. Good to know they translate to sobriety just as well as not.

My snuggy-nest was thus: two throw rugs, topped by a cotton sheet. Round bolster for under the knees; two tempur-pedic pillows for the ol' noggin, and down comforter for when the muggy heat of the day gave way to "how could it be so cold?" in the middle of the night.

I woke a few times, mostly to note that I wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as I had anticipated.

At 5:30am when the alarm went off, I realized that I hadn't had dinner the night before. Or if I had it, I didn't remember it. I think I didn't have it. I was tired, dehydrated, but my back felt better. I need to sleep more often with my knees propped up.

I threw on yesterday's clothes and got into the car. Please, sir, some more corporate brown-spew, I thought, as I beelined it for a doppio espresso at Starbucks. Didn't help, but I thought I could at least get a psychological effect. Not to be.

Ferry, chat with colleagues, school, meeting, work, kids, meeting, work, kids, and if I'm lucky, a nap from 3-5. There endeth the missive.