The garden shed is empty, and the garage is decluttered of most stuff that isn’t going with me to Ottawa. I made yet another run to Goodwill yesterday with a carload of miscellaneous garden stuff. Habitat for Humanity are sending a truck today for an office table, a pine nightstand, four fans, a rechargeable power drill that I have never used, a bag of assorted hand tools, a fire screen, and a set of fireplace tools. That will be the last of the clearance.

The choir computer is fighting all my efforts to add the new librarian as an admin user, and remove me. It’s a 10-year-old MacBook Pro. Apple have drastically changed their security protocols since it was first put into service, making equipment-sharing very difficult for users. The function that blocks me is a screen that says I can’t create an Apple ID for the new librarian because that action has been performed on the choir computer too often and will not be allowed again. WTAF? So the machine needs an actual Apple expert. It’s beyond me and I should just stop trying, for my own good. The new librarian will have to deal with it.

I woke up this morning at 0515 hr with the heavy, cramped feeling in my upper chest that indicates the onset of a bronchospasm. Three kinds of steroids and a jolt of broncho-dilator later I’m okay but jittery — normal for the aftermath of that dosage. But this is not a good sign; evidently, my body is fed up with the extra stress of the move on top of the usual flood of late-summer allergens. Nine days left in Stratford.