Today is my third day straight on the phone, cancelling subscriptions and changing accounts. Edmund's pack-rat tendency is surprisingly helpful here, as he kept cards for every damnable thing in his wallet, which consequently had a somewhat pregnant look. Right now, as I type, I am on hold with the Department of Veterans' Affairs.

The local Goodwill outfit has a program that collects good men's clothes for job-seekers, and Edmund's suits, dress shirts and dress shoes will go there, on Friday if all goes well. I have to round up some boxes and bags, as he was quite the snappy dresser. I have sorted the library books out of the substantial collection in his office, and next week I will take a road trip to London to return them. It's possible that I may be able to donate Edmund's law-and-crime collection to the law library at the University of Western Ontario, and that will loosen up some swing space in the bookcases.

Some 10 shelf-feet of books (scholarly and otherwise) on the American Civil War are next on the out-the-door list.