Orders, Captain?
The time approaches! The end is nigh!
We rent the truck this morning. Tomorrow, friends will come and help us load the myriad boxes, furniture and the piano. The day after, we leave.
This week has been a little like watching the Millenium Falcon trip into light speed: stars swirling lazily outside the viewport until suddenly everything becomes a blur of light stripes and the inertial dampers strain to keep people from getting squashed against a rear bulkhead.
(I know. I'm a geek. Deal with it.)
I'm taking my web server down today, but I'm leaving up my other PC so I still have e-mail. I'm not sure when we'll be able to get everything set up again, but I'm hoping it's no later than Monday. Phone will be down, incidentally, after the 4th.
"Helmsman, lay in a course for Delaware. Maximum warp."
