Next, the Apocalypse. Or at least the Move. Tomorrow I'm moving from the apartment I've been living in for ten years now. (Holy cow, how did that happen?) This computer is virtually the only thing working in my current digs; everything else is shoved into a box and wrapped with tape like when Frodo met Shelob. The point being that posting may be a challenge for the next day or so.

It's sad to leave this apartment, which has been the home for twenty-five percent of my life. (Holy cow, how did that happen?)

But if I think or write about it now, I'll get maudlin. Or depressed. (It's never a good idea to tackle a tough subject in an empty apartment surrounded by boxes. Don't try it at your home.)

The movers come in nine hours. Wish them luck!  ¶ 10:35 PM