Three dumpsters plus later, it's official; KJ and I own a lot of stuff. It didn't seem that much it the Saint Cloud house, of course that was a much bigger place, nevertheless finding space for all of our things may require a new set of physics rules. About the only thing that I have no complaints about at this point are the books, I love the books. All of this despite the fact that the actual physical reality of moving the books took thirty-seven (thirty-seven??!!) banana crates, and more than a few of the odd shaped boxes that were lying around. I think it's safe to say that a nomadic life isn't in the cards for I, or Ms. Karla. I still can't believe we threw away three dumpsters worth of junk, (probably more like three and a half all told) including two (!) sofas, a television, a kiln, and an air-conditioner. Yeah, that's right, a kiln. How did get there? I'm not really sure, but it lived in Karla's garage for eight years, and it's dead now.

Today is a good day, a Saturday and I'm not spending half my day on the road between here and Saint Cloud. Take a twenty-four hour day, subtract seven on average for sleep, (24-7=17) now take off another five hours round-trip driving time, (17-5=12) and then take away a further four and call it Murphy's Law time, (12-4=8) and oddly enough you're left with an eight-hour working day. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like that much time. Anyway, I don't have to do any driving today, so I'm working around the house and playing. Games and dinner and possibly a movie later, I like Saturdays. Even if the town I live in does occasionally smell like burning poop.