Slow start to the week.

[hannah]

Low on my list of pleasures about living alone that still ranks quite high is not having to buy new dish soap every six weeks. It's nowhere near close to being able to eat breakfast in my pajamas or lounge around and read without wearing pants, but it's still something I get reminded of nearly every time I do the dishes. And it's quite nice.

I'm now going to revel in having my own fridge and use the stovetop percolator to brew up a huge pot of black iced tea. Heat is easy enough to deal with, but humidity - especially at night - is just wrong to me on any number of levels. Sweating never does anything.

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[blackmare.livejournal.com]

Ugh, yeah. I've slept poorly the last couple nights due to a combo of moving-stress and warmth and humidity. The building I'm moving out of is not air-conditioned, it being a 20's-vintage place (and there's so much I love about that, but still), and I've been unwilling to install my window AC unit only to have to remove it again; I move on Wednesday morning.

There is indeed much to be said for living on your own. I could go back to having roomies, I think, but I'd be very very picky about who they were.