I arrived (courtesy of my deluxe chauffeur [thanks, Mum]) late afternoon yesterday. By seven, I had undone all of my packing - convincing me even more that packing is evil - and begun settling into my room.

Step 1. Hang Dalek poster

Step 2. Hang castle art print

Step 3. Hang Alan Rickman poster

Step 4. Unpack clothes

Step 5. Find room for the multiplicity of extension cords I thought would be necessary.

Step 5. Notice ominous creaking from Alan Rickman.

Step 6. Duct-tape Alan Rickman's frame back together.

Step 7. Wage war against spiders in bathroom.

Step 8. Rescue Alan Rickman from falling in the nick of time.

Step 9. Give up on Alan Rickman and lean him against wall.

Step 10. Realize I forgot a wastebasket. Piles of trash seem less sanitary.

It was an interesting evening.

This morning I worked with Kathy in the Trading Post, organizing, stocking, and labelling. One small mouse ambushed me from the depths of a rubbermaid tub and then looked at me accusingly with its eyes while I carried the tub into the woods to release it. It should thank me for not using a trap. It's not my fault it thought that tub would be a good place to linger.

At some point today I should also be receiving my schedule for this weekend. Family camp is sure to be a busy time.