Spices, Not Food

The settling-in process continues in its leisurely way, and will be continuing to do so for at least another week. A person tends to forget how expensive it is to set up residence, too. It's mindboggling how much food and how many supplies one seems to have to get, even if not starting from scratch. I did bring a box labeled "spices" out of storage and found that in addition to the spices, it held instant Thai soup packages and a surprising number of bandaids, but I feel as though I have visited the Whole Foods and Giant Eagle grocery stores absurdly often without having all that much to show for it besides a depleted bank account. The rabbits are going through greens at a rapid pace, so there always seems to be something for them on the shopping list.
I do not actually expect to get anything done on my dissertation for the next week or so, but each day I do go to campus and seek out more books and take care of administrative trivia. There is some bizarre problem with my ID card this year, and even now that I've gone and supposedly had it fixed and gotten a new card, I still can't log in to order books from storage or interlibrary loan. This is irksome.
My apartment, at least, is looking more like a real dwelling. There are now enough boxes and miscellaneous items around that the rabbits are having a fine time exploring the constantly changing terrain of the living room.