Work Avoidance Post

The move has begun. 11 boxes of books have been carted over to the new house, unloaded, and the boxes brought back for repacking (we're a little short of boxes). At this time tomorrow it will all be done.

Hahahahahaha!

A slip of paper fell out of a volume of Plato as I was unpacking it. It was purchased for some class at one time or another, so the book is one that has probably changed hands several times. The paper is a promotional sticky note for Arduan (pipecuronium bromide) for injection. Scrawled across it are the words, "Nowhere does Plato say 'why?' communities form but, rather, 'how -' such that one must glean the 'why?' from the 'how'"

What a pretentious git.

Some particularly excellent news is that, previously unbeknownst to us, the house has a cat door in the back! Oh frabjous day! Actually, it's a dog door, and not for a small dog either. In fact a reasonably small cat burglar would fit through comfortably. So having said that, I guess I won't publish my new address here, as I had originally planned.

There is also, for a reason I have not yet deduced, a small, slanted, well-concealed pass-through from the bathroom closet into the closet of Eric's room. Katie insisted that no one tell Eric. I think she's making plans for her next sleepover. Perhaps the architect was a teenaged girl with an annoying older brother, I don't know.

If there's internet access tomorrow, there should be pictures tomorrow. Because, you know, tomorrow this will all be done!