where's my breakfast beer?

Moving: feh! So much freagin' work, though on the upside it's kinda like a triathlon. (And yes, I have been running every other day to get back into shape - is it strange or sad that I train to move?) So now, Hava's all moved out of her place, which means her stuff & mine is all lying around my place in boxes. We sign papers & get keys on Friday, then the cycle starts again. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Lift. Drop. Stairs. Lift again. Oi.... Just have to forget Sisyphus and keep in mind, oh I dunno, maybe Odysseus?

Music: shuffled: happens to be Ravi Shankar - wait, now it's Hand In Glove.