perfidy

Well, not really. Mostly I feel... very nice. I do however feel a sort of mild, but by no means overwhelming guilt. I haven't been posting much. That's it, really. I have my reasons of course. Foremost among them is the staggering amount of packing that I have had to undertake over the last couple weeks. So far, fifty three boxes of books. And not done yet! Granted, that is most of the books. My wife says I should get rid of some of them, and use the library. But the librarians insist that I bring the books back, and, well, I just don't dig that. Then there's all the clothes, and the kitchen stuff, and the random knicknacks. We filled up my son's bedroom with all that. And of course you've got all the stuff in the garage. Camping gear. Zombie preparedness kit. Tools. More tools. Pizza boxes. Then, lurking like a dark lurking thing, is the basement. Filled with things that I am sure I got rid of and am certain I never bought. It's the dark subconscious of the house.

But all of this, like good things except for the "good" part, will come to an end. We hope to close on the new Casa de Buckethead a week from tomorrow, and move the following day. Posting will remain a furtive thing as I duck my heavy packing responsibilities.