my passport and social security card, about which i woke up thinking “look under the keyboard cover on the piano.” but they weren’t there so i went back to bed and pulled up the sheet and stared at the wall thinking about my imminent demise.  a few moments later i thought “look in the drawer in the bottom of the armoire, where the diplomas are.” all my old dissertation stuff was in there, and the print outs of the happiness material, toss, toss, toss.  and the ziplock bag with the important papers, which i had forgotten about after whichever hurricane crisis (Charlie, i think) i created it for and then tossed it in there with the home inventory.  there they were, both of them.

now the study is dismanntled and i have the goods.  can’t walk into the room, but i have the goods.  i may be being sued for all i own, but i have the goods, and that means i have a couple of days free to get some things done before nola again sunday morning. one day at a time. next?