Not dead yet! Moving has begun in earnest, and there’s a rhythmic shift between packing, moving, cleaning, and cramming all of the things that usually comprise my normal life into whatever time is leftover. The trashmen just came and collected the last load of moving rubbish, and what’s left now is coming with us.

Tomh, that pinnacle of awesomeness, and his pickup truck spent most of Sunday with us as we ferried books and furniture to the basement of the new place. Varia reports here. We can’t move in until midweek, but the more things that lurk in the basement means the less things here. And it’s emptying rapidly. Just a few more days and I’ll finally be able to answer “What have you been up to?” with something besides “moving.”