One last time
Whew, another evening spent busily packing up stuff for the Big Move this weekend. Actually I won't be moving for another month or two, but most of my largish furniture will be joining Michele in GR this weekend, which means that all these books I've somehow managed to accumulate over the years must be removed from their meticulously chosen spots on the shelves so that the bookshelves can go. I'm already looking forward to the pleasant task of combining my book collection with Michele's and then spending lots of time carefully deciding how to order them all on the shelves. You have to be careful with these things--can't have my tattered paperback copy of The Adventures of Han Solo wind up next to Michele's Introduction to Phenomenology or anything like that. She's the one with class, if you can't tell.
So tomorrow I pick up the parents at the airport and on Friday I take my final trip to Chicago. Driving to Chicago has become such a routine part of my everyday life than I can scarcely imagine what it will be like to be able to see Michele without doing so. While I have actually come to enjoy the drive somewhat--lots of time to play loud music in the car and reflect on the week's events--I can't say that I'll miss Chicago itself (my views on Chicago are probably fairly clear at this point, so I won't elaborate).
It's going to be a busy but fun weekend. I doubt I'll have time to post anything until next week, so you all have a yourselves a good weekend.