In today's episode, we learned that a Fi and her packing tape are soon parted.

But the City House is empty. Sorta. I left all the appliances (even the microwave), most of the lawn tools, and a big pile of crap in the basement because I wasn't willing to pay movers to wait while I sorted it, and I didn't want to move it all since most of it is junk junk junque.

On the other hand, I found my poetry journals from highschool, which I've been missing for about ten years. I am hoping that some of my other later creative writings might also be in that box.

And--bonus!--we have wireless! I'm snuggled in my recliner (or it might be Chris's...they're identical and I have no idea which is which) sitting in the living room typing on a laptop to the accompaniment of the History Channel.