Yesterday was mostly uneventful. I actually started going through my Algebra textbook. But I didn't work on my writing and I didn't work on my Greek. A fair number of calls actually came into the service desk at work and I solved a number of problems for our clients. In the afternoon I had a meeting with the company owner. Changes may be afoot.

Mrs. Upstairs joined us for dinner as her husband was far and away at yet another job interview. It was quite nice to have a dinner with only adults at the table for a change. As much as I love my daughters, they've yet to learn to be good conversationalists. Their usual mode of conversation is to cut people off in mid-sentence and change the subject completely unrelated. So while they're up visiting with the grandparents, we have a bit of quiet.

After dinner, me and a buddy went over to move Sonechka's heavy pieces of furniture. It was mostly fun. It took about two hours to make two trips in the van. Now Sonechka only has to spend hours upon hours sorting it out and making the new place into her home. That's the part of moving that I hate the most. Moving the items from point A to point B is easy, mindless and gratifying. Unpacking and figuring out where everything goes is stupefying. Or at least I think it is.

And I have to admit that I'm envious of Sonechka's bed. I believe at one point it was a day bed. I'd guess that it's about forty to fifty years old. The head and foot boards are quite solid. Rather than having rails for a mattress, it's got a metal frame with those lovely old fashioned springs. I took it apart to get it into the van and put it back together at the new place. At first I was concerned because once I bolted the frame back to the legs, it was wobbly. Turns out that the bolts on the frame had grown loose over time even prior to the move. So we tightened those bolts up as well. Hopefully the bed will no longer be wobbly.

After the heavy lifting was over, Miss E gave me an apple and some almonds. Sonechka offered some chocolate but I'm trying hard to watch the amount of sweets I partake of. While it is true that I'm mostly failing to eat less sweets, I find it easier to turn them down when offered. I'm so vain. I can easily turn down almost any temptation in front of others merely so that I look self-disciplined. But then when I am alone ...

When I got home, Mrs. Upstairs was still visiting with Xanthippe. She was to leave at midnight to go pick the Mr. Upstairs up from the airport. We talked for a bit and then she left and I put Xanthippe into bed and puttered around for a bit, too tired to do anything that took effort.

I didn't exactly sleep soundly but I slept better than I have been recently. Sleep is good.