It's hard to write regularly when it feels like nothing is happening.

Czr found a place! Friday Jim and I exchanged hoping-against-hope email that Czr would luck out while apartment hunting. Saturday Czr went to the City and found what is apparently the apartment of his dreams, or at least close. Jim called & left voicemail, which Earl picked up as we were going to the library. This was less awkward than it could have been. Anyway, Czr is moving the weekend of 1 June. Eleven days from now. My head is still spinning from the speed of it all.

Jim says Czr seems honestly happy. I hope so. This has been a little messy, and there's not much I can do from this far away.

My last day at WorldSite is 5 June. My manager has just started phone-screening people to replace me. I don't think he's going to get the week of overlap between me and the new hire. I'm probably going to spend a week packing and having nervous fits and crying at random intervals, and then move during the weekend of 13/14 June. The exact details of moving are still fluid, and it makes me incredibly nervous to think about all of this, so I'm going to just shrug and smile vaguely until after my interviews next week. At least I know where I'm going to live.

Okay, I'm more excited than that. I have (1/3 of) a house! With a backyard! I can plant things, if I knew what to plant in Northern California. There's a washer/dryer. Jim has a frame relay connection, so there's happy amounts of possible geekdom. I'm taking over Czr's room, in which I plan to hang up my posters (which I have been perpetually lame about), and have bookshelves (so my books aren't always on the floor). I'm thinking of buying a loft bed with desk underneath from IKEA, just because it's so incredibly convenient. Desks & beds take up too much room.

There's sadness underneath all of the excitement though. I'm moving in with Jim, but that means leaving the really nice apartment Earl and I have. It means leaving the X that Earl and I have for a lot of X's. This is terrifying. And sad.

Work continues to bore me a lot of the time. Java continues to intrigue me. Rachel says that I am writing good code and am incredibly brilliant and all the other nice things you say to encourage someone who is attempting to switch careers with no warning. If I believe her then I have a good chance at my Tango interview. I want to believe her.

I've swapped historical fiction mid-stream, and am now reading Dorothy Dunnett's Niccolo books. I finished the first, Niccolo Rising, around 2am last night. Earl was very patient with me as I sprawled in bed and squeaked at the sharp twists & incredible revelations that occur in the last few chapters. Not that he'd have much room to complain, since it was his obsession with these books which led us to the LA public library on Saturday to (finally, after about three weeks of Earl searching used bookstores & online bookstores and tearing his hair out because they're all out of print) pick up the series. There are six books so far, with two more to come. I have no idea if I'll read all of them, but the first one was worth the time.

Eluki said, about a month ago, that Swordspoint (Ellen Kushner) was much like reading a Dorothy Dunnett novel rewritten by Chris Claremont. Having finished Niccolo Rising I now understand this statement much better. Claes' rant about why everyone needs an ostrich made me laugh hysterically. It also reminded me of Kushner's Alec and his whimsical bit about people building a statue of Richard. Absolutely the same feel to it, although I'm not sure Earl sees it.

Tonight will be much Java and perhaps some packing. Hopefully I can get through the chapters on methods tonight and into the weirder stuff, like abstract classes & interfaces & exceptions. Plus I need to find clothing to wear to my interviews. I'm glad Jim has a washer/dryer.