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Last night I remember waking up to my own voice, saying something I don't recall anymore, and hearing R say 'you're doing a good job'. I giggled when I realized that I was talking in my sleep an he was chatting with me.

This morning he told me that I was talking in regular cadence (which is weird for me since historically I'm all about the speed and the mangling of words) and said a bunch of stuff that made R think I was dreaming about work and needed reassurance. Which is really sweet, when you think about how he was telling me nice things in my sleep while awake in the middle of the night so I would have a nice dream. I had a nice dream.

I started on my cat bed! I'm using my gargantuan ball of wool I salvaged from the Value Village sweater and it's coming along relatively quickly, which is nice. And there's lots of colour, this is going to be a raggy, stripey mess and I think it's going to be pretty cool once it felts. So this means I actually have 3 projects on the needles. The cardigan which I can't seem to get through the last sleeve of, a pair of socks on tiny tiny needles that I just refound from over a year ago, and this cat bed. I'm going to have a mini UFOlympics to get through my unfinished objects so I can move on to the other fun things I found to make. And also I know I need to make some baby stuff for a shower I'm attending in April with R. Should be good times. I may have to buy new yarn for that, but I want to avoid that whevever possible because I'm trying to knit down my stash. The same way I'm trying to frink down my tea stash and eat down my cupboard stash. All the less stuff to move, my pretties. My goal is to have only a basic kit for everything, like I know my biggest problem with be the kitchen, since I love all my stupid gadgets and bits and bobs, but if I can get by with my fabulous pan and maybe 2 pots, we can always get other crap stuff over there. And bring only a few things for the bathroom, like enoguh shampoo for a few days only, since hauling all that stuff is extra annoying, and I'm pretty sure it's available in Nova Scotia.

It's kind of exciting. I like thinking about what will make the cut and what will not. What goes into long term storage, what goes into the 'must have' boxes, and what is to be given away. Even if I'm looking for something else, I'm always evaluating, evaluating. I'm sure it'll be interesting for R to come home over the course of April and May, since I'll be unemployed. Only because I bet the apartment won't ever look the same twice. Hooray for progress. I remember going to my favourite second hand store and seeing my clothes on the mannequin. I felt like a star, because MY stuff made it on to the mannequin.

I think I look forward to the process of packing more than the process of moving because I've already forbidden myself from thinking about people I'll have to say goodbuye to because I get all welled up. So for now it's all about the pretend world of always being a packing dreamer, and never a moving realist!

Have a fabulous day ladies and gents. Enjoy the sunshine, while I enjoy the beautiful smell of someone else's cinnamon toast. mmm, cinnamon.