Less exciting was coming home last night, ready to move everything out of my room, and finding everything except my bed already in the living room. My landlady had told me the new flooring would be installed today, but neglected to mention that someone would be coming yesterday to rip up the old stuff. Not only that, I had proposed starting to move stuff out on Wednesday night and she explicitly told me not to. On the one hand, yay, I didn't have to move everything myself, but I had a plan. When I moved to Madison three years ago, I winnowed down my possessions pretty brutally, but of course I've gotten more stuff since then, so I was going to use my temporary moving-out to look over my stuff and get rid of some of it. But no biggie; I'll just do it on the way back in instead of the way out.
The bigger problem was just that my room was unavailable, and that's where I spend most of my time when I'm at home. Of course, "bigger" doesn't necessarily mean "not small;" I just walked to the library and hung out there for a while. But it would've been nice to know I'd be going there first, because the bus I took home would've dropped me off across the street from the library if I'd stayed on it another three minutes.
