Clearing out.

At the end of June, I will have moved out of my current home, and my things will have gone into basements, others' closets, the officehouse's various nooks. Thus, remembering well how awful it was (even with the more than capable help of many friends) to pack everything in only a couple of days, I've begun Project Exodus already. I sort through books and papers, box up what's ready now, try to consolidate what won't be ready for a little while. It's a process that manages to stir up a lot, both physically and emotionally; it's been taking it out on me every night this week. I'm not planning to pull this perpetual deferral trick on you for much longer. I promise.