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Well, this is going to be an interesting couple of days. I talked to P last night as I was going to bed and calmed her down some, as she was all aflutter about her mother repacking all the boxes and generally doing stuff she hadn't been asked to do as opposed to not doing stuff she had been asked to do. Anyhow, by now the truck should have been fully loaded and the apartment cleaned, so all that remains is to get the truck over to my ex's place, unload the furniture (which Karl & Joella will pick up later), and then unload the boxes at my place. The game plan is to ship her computer, or at least its hard drives, to her place out east once she gets settled in, and bring out the rest of the boxes in the later summer/early fall when I do my move. In the meantime I need to loan her my Samsonite suitcase so she can pack her clothes, recover her set of keys to my apartment, have her sign off on some paperwork...and somewhere in all the excitement tonight, get some laundry done, for I am completely out of clean shirts and undies.

Wasted entirely too much time this morning clearing music off the SD card in the TX and adding new music, which effort was largely wasted since I drove in to work. It's a good thing I did, since there was enough mail waiting in the PO box to fill a whole plastic shopping bag and then some. No way I'm getting all that home on the bus along with my normal load of crap. I can see we're going to have a lot of data entry fun in the near future.

Finally (for this post) I picked up John Barnes' Kaleidoscope Century Tuesday and finished it yesterday. It was everything I thought it would be, which means I won't be reading it again; the main character is initially somewhat sympathetic but as you see what he does with his life over the course of the book you kinda wish somebody had killed him slowly and painfully so you wouldn't have to deal with him or his story. Or his buddy/girlfriend. If you enjoyed accounts of the Thirty Years War written by one of the mercenaries who raped and pillaged their way across Germany, or want to know what it was like, this is the book for you. Otherwise, steer clear. I give this book a 8.5 for technical merit and a zero for artistic merit. 'Nuff said.