Finished.

That’s my version of an exclamation point, by the way.

Okay, not entirely finished.  I still need to finish changing my address in all the appropriate places (again), and there’s some piles of junk that I have to weed through, and two biggish boxes of garbage that need to go out.  Outside of that, though…

And so the vacation begins.  Hoo fucking rah. Or whatever.  I’m really too wiped out to be excited like I should be, and digesting a monstrously huge stuffed potato to boot. Tomorrow, more significant pontificating about remembering the future and other lightheaded ideas. Today, catching up on Netflix.