Some things go in boxes, and some stay out. Some services end today, and some tomorrow. Some things are put in piles, then migrate to other piles. Each pile makes sense on its own, when you make it, but all together they look more like an abstract painting and give little indication that on Sunday we intend to drive off with all of it in a truck. It’s hard to think of things like feeding ourselves, brushing teeth, and such in this situation. We must move our stuff, and live at the same time! I’m taking it one minute at a time.

Cable internet goes away after this post! I’ll try to keep y’all up to date somehow.