Helping Out

This morning, I drove down to near my old haunts off of Blossom Hill Road (I lived near there for a year in a "Slan Shack" with some other fans) to help gridlore and kshandra with their urgent de-cluttering-because-we-must-move job. I carried bags and boxes of stuff from their upstairs apartment to their pickup and to the dumpster for a couple of hours, as directed, with useful results.

Then it was back up to Fremont where I was able to get haircut that I should have had before Westercon. (I wouldn't have been able to do so then, it turns out, as my regular barber had closed the shop for vacation.) Then I had some groceries I needed. I had bigger goals for today, but I find myself still more tired than I would have though from Westercon. It takes longer than it once did to recover from those sorts of trips.

On the bright side, for the first time in a long while, there are no drips under my van. We may finally have managed to seal off all of the things that dripped at the same time. *knocks wood*