Beware the Ides of March

Hello from sunny California! I'd almost forgotten what blue sky looks like. I've finally got a moment to breathe after a very packed couple of days. I've got an apartment, half of my clothes, a television and a sleeping bag to last me until next week, when the movers arrive with my furniture and stuff.

MomY and I had a very long road trip, but we managed not to annoy each other too much. She bought a box of Hot Tamales in the middle of Nebraska, and they lasted until Sacramento. We also ate at a lot of McDonald's. I have yet to find the McDonald's here, and I'm in no rush.

We hit a snowstorm in Cheyenne, and then quite a bit of traffic at Lake Tahoe. I guess we missed two feet of snow, but it still took us two hours to go thirty miles. Up and around and up more- we hit the summit at 7200 feet, and Sacramento is 9 (yes, 9) feet above sea level. So we had to go all the way up, and then all the way back down. I'm not making that drive again any time soon. Anyone who comes to visit and wants to go to Reno is on their own.

Tomorrow is my first day of work in the real world. My boss asked if 8 was too early for me to start. I said I thought I'd probably be early, as I'm definitely still on Central time. But I picked up my keys today, and have lots of fun meetings tomorrow, so I'm excited.

MomY flew home this afternoon, so I'm on my own. It's an interesting feeling- I'm nervous, but I'm feeling strangely independent today. Maybe because I managed to get to the airport and back without getting lost. Take that California freeway system. I still have to go to the DMV to become an official Californian, but I have faith that I will be successful in that endeavor as well.

Well, I've still got to set up my cable and internet, and then find something to eat for dinner that can be prepared using one pot and a pizza sheet, because that's all I have right now. DadY claims I'll have furniture by this time next week. If not, there's a brand new IKEA open about fifteen miles down the road.