Thirteen hours later and I’m about to head home from work. Should I grab some coffee and plan to stay up all night so I can make progress on my self-taught (but exceptionally pertinent to work) web-app project, or go for a run and then read until a reasonable bedtime so I can be so fresh and so clean for tomorrow and maybe even make some progress on an entirely different project I’ve been too busy to even think about before the meeting I have concerning said project?

The (possibly) new landlord took us through the house today. He’s got a couple projects ahead of him, so he doesn’t want to give us a definite move-in date. I don’t want to give my 30-days notice until I have a definite move-in date. The place is awesome – hardwood floors, great woodwork, a little sun window, lots of windows and a great big huge porch that, in itself, is almost bigger than the place I’m living in now. But I’m ready to *move*, so even though we’ll probably move in there, if anyone has leads on a 2 bedroom in Highland or Glen Iris with W/D connections that will allow 2 cats, let me know.

Highlight of the weekend: seeing Robyn. She showed up Friday and we got to talk for a few hours before she had to leave. I miss her a bunch; we talk like she still lives right above me, instead of the other coast.

Lots of other stuff to talk about, if I could take the time to write it down, but most of it is petty and not worth the time it would take to recall. My dreams have been crazy vivid lately.

I vote for choice #2.