Not sleeping, to start it, unfortunately. MOst of day sacrificed to the moving gods. Not moving house, for us, but moving MIL's stuff all over town from the Big Trailer. They pulled out 100 year old wedgwood last night. And a signed Robert Frost book with an original RF poem hand-written in it, dedicated to my dh's maternal grandmother. Astonishing stuff. Mall crap pales by comparison.
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Date: 2005-11-25 01:51 pm (UTC)