"Your cutting remarks are captured here..."

I have a new post up on Six Sentences.

In other news the move is finished. But, regrettably, the move-in has just started. Woe is me. I thought I did such a good job of getting rid of stuff that I just didn't need and I found myself looking for a pair of flip-flops, seeing some ridiculous piece of marginalia and saying, "How the fuck did that get brought."

My knees, back, shoulders and soul are killing me. I don't know if I have mentioned this, but I hate moving.