Moving... Last weekend I started moving from apartment #6 to apartment #7. This morning at around 8:00 am I got the last item that I owned out of #6. I'm bruised, battered, beaten, and just plain beat. Because of the proximity, I didn't "pack" anything in boxes, I would just take it over to #7. Consequently I made far more trips than I probably needed to, but... that kind of stuff happens. The new place is a 2-bedroom, so now I can have an "office/library/study" and a "bedroom", rather than combining the two.

I'm just taking a break from writing a document at work. I haven't posted here for some time, so I thought it would be a good way to use my break time. More stories and nuttiness to come once I get my home computer back up and running.