This must be the part of my resolution when I don’t feel like doing it anymore. I still feel like eating apples, I just don’t feel like talking about it, which I suppose was never part of the original deal anyway. I said all I really had to do was eat them and count them. But I do like blogging about them. It gives me something to report every day. I guess I just don’t feel very reporty right now, with my machine still broken at work and with just 6 days before I leave for Portland. I’ll do it anyway because that’s what I do, and a little consistency is probably a good idea if I’m going to stay sane over the next couple months.
I feel pretty blank right now. Sort of a strange way to feel, just days from leaving, but that’s how I feel. There is absolutely nothing going on upstairs other than thinking about the move. I’m not even doing much of that. For instance, today I’m thinking about cleaning the oven. Pretty exciting stuff, isn’t it? I don’t even want to make lists, which is really uncharacteristic of me. I *always* want to make lists, especially when I’m about to do something big like move to a different state. I feel sort of like a robot. I don’t really feel like I’ve gotten to say many goodbyes, and that feels kind of weird. I’m just leaving, that’s it. Seems rather unceremonious right now but I suppose there’s always time for a party once I find a place and come back to pack us up.
I ate apple 46 yesterday while trying to get my work computer to come back to life. It tasted pretty good considering the mood I was in. It was a Jonagold. I tried to make a paper snowflake while I was waiting for my machine to do stuff. I used a hole punch. It ended up looking more like a doily than a snowflake. That’s ok I guess. Over and out.