It was a mediocre day.

I got my dates wrong.  Our orphan visa should take nine weeks to process.  Nine weeks is next Tuesday, not this past Tuesday.  Bah!

Other than that, things are moving along.  Mr. Pear's enormous bicycle case arrived yesterday.  I woke up in the middle of the night and woke him up, "Your bike case is never going to fit in our car!"  This is a frequent problem with our miniscule little car-for-the-people.  He insists he can make it work.  I think he's going to have to get another ride to the airport.

I shipped a box of stuff to California.  We kind of have to move now, don't we?

Shopping for a shower curtain and macaroni and cheese and packing tape, I spied the first Cadbury's cream eggs of the season.  It's kind of sad that a gooey chocolate egg was the high point of my day.

The low point?  Lifting Mr. Pear's ginger beer onto the conveyor belt at Whole Foods, having the carboard bottom of the four-pack give way, and having four glass bottles of ginger beer crash down onto the floor, shattering into a million little pieces and soaking me in sticky ginger beer.

I tried a new wine.  It's not good.