We’re in Evanston; we arrived at a little after 3 o’clock, and modulated directly into packing and sorting. I’m stunned by the celerity with which Margaret shifted gears — it was like a movie stunt driver.
On the other hand, I hate moving more every time we do it, plus I’m coming off a weekend dominated by a memorial occasion for my father, so I’m being moody and beastly and grouchy and less helpful than I ought.
All that being said, anyone who wants some random furniture should definitely come by our place. We’re giving it away; we haven’t received a cent back from anyone so far as I know (unless Si is pocketing payments on the side).

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