So that was Clinton's Justice Department that argued successfully in the Supreme Court against the medical use of marijuana. Right? That's what I thought.

And it was Gore's California campaign manager, Governor Gray Davis, who announced he would sign no gun control measures?

And, and, and Saundra has put into words what I've been expressing with a sad shake of the head, every time I think about Joe Lieberman and Tipper Gore being in charge of what I can see, hear and read.

Nader is looking better and better.

Uh-oh. I seem to have miscalculated the parceling out of food. The plan was not to have anything left at exactly the moment I moved. That can still come true, if I'm willing to eat four-bean salad and Skippy Super Chunk for breakfast tomorrow. Because I ran out of Crunchy Raisin Bran today.

It's my last night at Green Acres. Tomorrow night I will be sleeping at the Fortress of Solitude. It's like I'm moving deep into the woods. My expectations are high, but my bones are weary.

Landlord Jerry told me today that his partner's wife had no right to tell me not to clean the place I'm moving out of. He was making the new place as spotless as he possibly could, and he was collecting a cleaning deposit from the new tenants of my old place, so he would "appreciate it" if I would do the best I can to get it clean.

Heh. So I've been up to my elbows in rubber gloves and chemicals all afternoon, trying to get the toilet to look new again. That's not going to happen, so I settled for getting rid of as much of the stain from the brown water as my old muscles and CLR "Fresh Scent" non-abrasive foam spray could manage.

Then I used Comet and SOS pads. That probably wasn't the best idea, mixing chemicals like that, but it's as far as I'm going to take this project. From what I've seen, I don't think he's going to get the toilet at the Fortress much cleaner.

I've also been sweeping away cobwebs, high and low, and wiping surfaces. I even got the back door screen mostly free of debris. I couldn't find anything to clean glass, though (at least not anything in a spray bottle that still worked), so I'll add that to the list of things to get done in the morning.

And on and on and on. This is my life, at least for now. I'll spare you the details and just say that I haven't been able to sit down for five minutes all day without seeing something I needed to do, or remembering something that had to be done.

That would explain why this entry is so sketchy. (Either that or it's those cleaning chemicals.)

It's unlikely I'll have Internet access (or a phone of any kind) until at least Friday afternoon, so Thursday's entry will be late. If you want a gentle reminder when I do return, join the notify list.

No, on second thought, don't join the list, because I'll be changing lists as soon as I get back and have five minutes to think about anything other than working and moving.