Isn't it the weekend yet?

It started on July 1st, so it's a pretty good record of what's going on. Every day, I'll try to post a short update to describe the picture I've posted, but since I'm three days behind already, I'll go ahead and recap the pictures that I've posted already. They do a pretty good job of recapping the last week or so, anyway.

I moved this weekend to a cute little duplex very near Shoal Creek. It's so much better in many ways than my old apartment -- it has lots of windows, about 250 square feet more space, and a very cool painted accent wall. I wish it had some more closet space, however.

The whole weekend, it rained -- sometimes poured, sometimes drizzled, but always rained. Shoal Creek has risen fairly high above its banks, and Town Lake is dark and murky. Other than some empty cardboard boxes getting soggy, I haven't had much damage from the water, but I'm glad to see some blue in the sky this afternoon.

Moving is really traumatic all on its own -- I truly hate it, and I'm thinking that if I never move again, it'll be too soon. This move was particularly bad. The rain added an extra level of complexity, and I spent the night before the move unable to sleep, as evidenced by my late-night post. I had these nightmares when I tried to sleep, about moving being some sort of mathematical algorithm. Every item in my apartment had to be matched with an identical item at the new place, and I was having to time it with the cable guy and the moving guys and my moving helpers... it didn't really make any sense, even in my sleep, and I kept waking up in a cold sweat.

I didn't get over the nausea until all the moving was over and done with, and that's when my mom mentioned that they couldn't find my cat at the old place. I wasn't terribly concerned, figuring he'd hidden himself away in some small, dark corner someplace. He's a scaredy-cat, after all. But when I went over to the apartment to clean and take some stuff away, I looked all over, even behind the refrigerator, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I have no idea what happened to him. He must've slipped out the door when everyone's back was turned.

I'm so worried for Bailey. He's always been my miracle kitty, but he's so frightened of people that he'll never come out, so he's that much harder to find. In the meantime, it's been cold and wet out, so I'm hoping he's found a warm, dry corner to hide in. I need to find a humane trap and try to catch him at the old place. I'm hoping I don't catch every opossum in the neighborhood.

My mom came to town to help out, and it was good to see her; I hadn't seen her since Mother's Day in May, I think. I was a bit nervous about it because I had my nose pierced about two weeks ago, and I was afraid she'd freak out about it. She's sort of squeamish about piercings and things, and she got really grossed out when I showed her my pierced navel a few years ago.

To my relief, she was very okay with it. When she first saw it, she said, "Oh my God, you have a chingadera in your nose!" In my mom's terms, that's all very mild. I think she was just relieved that I hadn't pierced my tongue or, well, anything else.