Still part of the family, I hope...

Cooling my heels between reregistering the car and starting the big haul. (I can park most anywhere in Somerville now, and so can up to two carloads of guests. Yay.)

I still can't stand my IF page but haven't had the time to fix everything that's wrong with it. Rewriting it did remind me how joyous I find writing little things like this, though, especially if I know they're getting read. Meanwhile, a burst of chatter in my mailbox today among ORA editors (I'm still on one internal mailing list) reminds me that I don't want to lose touch with that whole extended family. So, just now I sent my old O'Reilly Network contact a quick proposal for another Mac article or two. (If I get the green light, I'll have my Arcus friends to thank once again.)

I feel my post-librum life slowly reinflating. Ahhh, nice.

But first I must move. Foo.

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I'm so physically wiped out that my body is sending "obviously I am ill and need a day or two of convalescence immediately" signals. Unless I actually am sick, which would be bad, seeing as how tomorrow is the real heavy-lifting day; today was Day of Kipple, when I sigh at how much junk I have, and still can't bring myself to part with. It's a fraction of what I owned two years/moves ago, when I threw out all that I could bear to part with at the time, and it's still far too much.

Times like this I wish I was insensitive enough to throw books out. So many books I have that no friend would be interested in borrowing, and would give to library only if I wished to insult them. Here, have a grammar textbook from 1972! And so on.

My idea for not using boxes this year was... misguided. Boxes are good. Unpacking's fine, so long as you actually do it. Chaotic armloads of whatever you can grab and stuff in the car is less good than boxes. I think the sight of boxes in a new home, boxes you can attack one at a time, is prettier than piles and piles of possessions mounded all over the floor. But, yes, you know I had to try it once before coming to this conclusion.

Actually I sort of mean to do some more tonight, bring things a little closer to a state where my former orker can show up in his pickup tomorrow morning, and we can load it up full of stuff and be done with it in a trip or two. Dunno if I can make it, though, between my whiny wimpy body and the further loginess that's settled on me after consuming a huge meal at Out of the Blue. This was in the company of my parents and cthulhia, who all helped today, and accepted enormous amounts of seafood as a reward. This was the first time C had met the 'rents, and they hit it off very well, even if my mom did say that she reminded her of Rush Limbaugh. So that was good.