The wind's whipping up a froth on the bay. Inside, all is toasty - thank you, Mr. Natural Gas Pipeline! - as we listen to a variety of liturgical music on our tiny little player.
Amy should be coming by soon to help - we've got to get the storage area set up (memo to self - get a lock!!) and then. . .we start the move. I feel a strange anxiety, as a part of me that I'm not fully in contact with resists the move and whispers seductively "You don't *have* to do this. Think of the money you'd save. Think of the good times you've had here. Think of what you'd be giving up." Fortunately, I've long since learned to ignore that siren sound and work from a (somewhat) more rationalized basis. So, I'm excited!! And - OK, I'm anxious. Staying busy is the finest anodyne.
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