More updates for people who believe that we’re dead:

Yes, we now have a phone, but our electricity keeps popping on and off because they’re rewiring the building. I really don’t feel confident about turning the computer on when I can’t predict when the power will next vanish. So, infrequent blogging, even less frequent e-mail.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and I have been officially diagnosed with an infection of the respiratory tract following a nasty bout of the flu. I’m on antibiotics. So, everyone who kept nagging me to go see the doctor can now stop. (It’s okay, I know that you were doing it because you love me.) I even made a follow-up appointment for next Friday. Aren’t I good? (And now poorer as well. Forty-three dollars for a five-day run of antibiotics? This is one of the reasons why I don’t go to the doctor that frequently – I can’t afford it.)

Today I tackle the office area, where the last hold-out of boxes looms. I’m afraid I’m going to have to throw out a lot of sewing stuff – large scraps, old material, etc – and just keep the storage Tupperware of necessities. I hate throwing scraps out. Granted, I haven’t used most of them in three years, but still… it’s the loss of potential that I feel most keenly when I have to do something like this.