I really appreciate the advice, BeeDub. Tomorrow an invasion of packer-boys will swarm through the door, gobbling up books, underwear, knickknacks, silverware, and spare instruments like mad army ants, leaving a trail of plasticized packing boxes in their wake like so many ant droppings. But it will be, at least, a sort of form of order. The present disposition of those things is verging on the chaotic and entropy knows where that leads!

God bless but I am weary. BUT I am the proud owner of a beautiful 1859 home in North Carolina and I can't wait to go try it on for size.

Stilly, see you on the 13th. Will call tomorrow or so.

Hang tough, boys and girruls. Change may not be soothing, but it is the one certainty in life, and it is definitely real with a capital R.