It has been zero days since a skunk let loose under my house.
In other news, I did basically nothing yesterday, as predicted. Today's feeling like it'll be more of the same, but that might just be because I slept late and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
Maybe I'll do some writing, once the stench is out of the house.
I really didn't want to get up this morning, but here I am, against my will. Feels like it's going to be a lazy day of doing a whole lot of nothin'.
I wrote some crappy Python code to fetch a bunch of RSS feeds and format them as a single HTML page. This is the first piece of a larger project which I may or may not ever get to finishing. Since it might be useful to others, I put it up in a new section for code.
Unfortunately, I've long since forgotten how to put upload source code to a web server and have it display as plain text. The server keeps wanting to execute it and complaining. I thought this was a simple matter of having the right mumbo jumbo in a ".htaccess" file, but apparently I'm wrong.
I punted and just changed the ".py" extension to ".txt" because I just can't be bothered to figure it out right now.
The script itself isn't anything to write home about, but it solves a need I have in a neat way. I want to keep up with the news, but I also don't want to fall into the unwinnable game of doomscrolling through the fecal firehose of *gestures widely*.
So, I have this script set to run every six hours, dumping the HTML into a file in my home directory. I have a tab in my browser open to said file, that I can refresh at will, or not. I may change things around to email this file to myself once a day. I may even set up a mailing list to send it to other people who want it.
Don't know, don't much care right now. The coffee still hasn't kicked in.
There's a line in Karl Jung's autobiography where he quotes his father saying of him: "The boy is interested in everything, but he does not know what he wants."
Hard same.
I've said before that I have a long list of interests, which leads me to take on long lists of projects, which in turn leads to me feeling overwhelmed. A lot of this is due to the fact that I often have far less gas in the tank than the average person does on any given day. Part of it, though, is the even simpler fact that nobody can do everything, every day, all at once.
And yet I persist.
Which is why I've been beating that "housecleaning" and "prioritization" drum over the last week or so. That is, I've been trying to narrow down what I'm focused on, choose more carefully which projects I work on, and set more realistic goals.
At the heart of this effort---the first step, really---is answering the question: "What do I want?"
I got nothin'.
I'm finding it extremely hard to look at my various lists of things to do, and decide which of these things I'm really drawn to and why. I think that "why" is really the key here. Or maybe "to what end?"
I've been poking at a couple of side-quests the last few days, because I still haven't decided which Big Project to commit to. That's been fun, and maybe it's even productive, but it still leaves me feeling adrift without much of a purpose.
I don't know. This is all just so much rambling nonsense.
It also might all be moot, since this morning I think I figured things out. Or, at least, I have a good idea of what I'd like to spend most of my time on. I just need to sit with that idea for a little bit and see how that feels.
It has been two days since I last woke up to the smell of skunk.
"Mistakes were made" last night, and so I have a slight headache and a side of tired this morning. Didn't get up until almost five, but I don't mind the late start given I have the whole day to myself.
Spent a good part of yesterday hacking on a side project I've been wanting to put together in Python. It's also been a good excuse to dust off my SQL and database lore. I think I'll probably do more of the same today.
At the very least, getting a prototype up and running should be doable this morning.
The story of Mr. Skunk may have had a happy ending, or it may still be ongoing. None of us are sure.
We figured out that the skunk was basically trapped under the house. Best we can tell, his entrance got cut off after the ice and snow from the last storm fell down and blocked the hole he was using.
We cleared the hole and left it open for a few hours until the sun started to go down, then screamed and banged on the floor inside in the hopes that he'd get the hint. Then, a bit later, we closed the hole back up and prayed.
Last night? No skunk smell in the house, and none of us heard anything scrambling under it.
Yay!
Except this morning when I was in the bathroom I heard the distinct sound of something thrashing at the spot we blocked up.
Boo!
The skunk living (trapped? dead?) under the house is really putting a damper on my breathing and breathing-related activities. That I got almost no sleep because of it should go without saying.
Between the sleep deprivation and the stench, I honestly have no idea how much work I'll be able to do. I also have no idea what to do to solve the problem, since "drag a skunk out from under my house" is not a job which anyone local seems willing to perform.
In non-wildlife news, I did manage to get a bunch of work done yesterday, and I got behind the wheel of a car for the first time in two years.
See, while I have a license, and have even owned a car at various times, several factors make driving incredibly difficult for me. These factors range from "I hate cars" to "I am half-blind in my right eye."
(Regarding the "half-blind" thing, I've had two eye doctors explicitly confirm that it's still safe and legal for me to drive. "There are people driving with much worse visual impairment," they said. I don't know how I feel about that.)
Anyway, since I moved, dusting off my driving skills has been near the top of my list of things to do. Well, I started that process yesterday and things went well! Not perfectly, mind you, but I didn't flatten any toddlers so I'm taking it as a victory.
As for "work," yesterday's most noteworthy accomplishment was me figuring out that GNOMEBoxes is kind of poo-poo. It's very much Baby's First Virtual Machine Manager. It hides a lot of settings from you and assumes a bunch of defaults which might be fine for many situations but aren't very flexible.
One of my primary use cases for spinning up a VM is to run various servers which I can access from my local network. Unfortunately, the networking shenanigans required to make this work are things which GNOMEBoxes apparently doesn't do.
So, I went with virt-manager, and so far that seems to be working out. It exposes a lot more config, but isn't that much more complicated than GNOMEBoxes.
Also, let me go off on a bit of a tangent here...
I'm a huge fan of virtual machines and containerization. I almost never run a web server, database server, or anything requiring a long/complicated toolchain under my "main" OS. Instead, when I have a need for such, I roll a VM with the precise configuration required, and use that.
This has a number of advantages, the biggest of which is not needing to "pollute" my system with crap which might go off the rails and leave me without a functioning machine until I fix it. Keeping everything isolated and clean is a big win.
Many, many years ago, when I first learned about emulation, I remarked to some of my friends that one day we might be able to wrap all of our programs in emulators (or some kind of analog) and not have to worry about OS versions or that one program misbehaving would interfere with another.
Given this present era of containers and sandboxes, I think I was more right than wrong. I'm not saying I was a teenaged Nostradamus, but I remember my friends being very skeptical that we'd have anything even close to that.
Anyway, one of the things I'm finally looking into is Docker. It's my understanding that Docker is built to make all of this much easier. That is, it becomes trivial to spin up server images with everything you need, and to then deploy those images wherever you want them.
I don't know. We'll see. Right now, I need to get some fresh air.
I think a skunk is living under our house. Ask me how I know.
We finally got a humidifier, which I hope means that my chronically-dry eyes will stop feeling like they're on fire. (The real fix for my eyes is to use special eye drops twice a day, but that's expensive and annyoing.)
I'm still surrounded by chaos and clutter. The plan is to make some time today and Monday to finally get things settled in. I've made such plans before, but this time for sure, I guess?
I made it a priority a few months ago to get better at Chess. Alas, I've been running out of Brain before I can check off all the "work" items on my list, leaving none left for "play" at all.
The stress of *gestures widely* is really testing my resolve to do much of anything. In particular, when I look at something and think "I should be able to do that in six weeks," I immediately also think "Assuming everything doesn't burn to the ground by then."
One solution I had for mentally dealing with *gestures widely* was crocheting hats for donations while I watched videos. I've maybe crocheted half-a-dozen rounds total since I moved. I should probably do more of that.
I want to put together a weekly game night for myself and a group of friends. I'm also incredibly fond of going to bed at 6pm and waking up by 3am. This is not a helpful combination.
I still haven't done a proper trip to the grocery store. Monday for sure, I guess?
I'm spending way too much money on "non-essentials" and "retail therapy." I should probably stop that.
Rust is pretty neat.
I think a skunk might be trapped under our house.
Yesterday was a good day. I was able to start easing into my routine, accomplished more than I have in a while, and had baked ham for dinner. I'm especially happy about the ham, because I haven't had a properly roasted/baked anything in a couple of years.
I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a proper kitchen with a grown-up-sized fridge.
Anyway, to top it all off, I had a very good night of sleep. Went to bed stupid-early, fell asleep by about six, and only woke up a couple of times before getting up for real about three-thirty. Bliss.
Today is going to be more of the same, but better. At least that's the plan, anyway. I'm looking at two days where I have no outside commitments, and no one to interrupt my flow. If I can manage to scrape together even four hours of Brain today and tomorrow, I'll be back on track. And after literally weeks of doing nothing but putting out fires and being exhausted, just the thought of that feels amazing.
In other news, there is no other news. I'm very boring.
Got a fair bit done, yesterday. Not nearly as much as I'd like, but enough to say I've officially restarted the "grind."
Among other things, I've started diving into Rust, which is something I've put off for a while, now. Even after a day of learning it, I have some thoughts, but I won't share them quite yet.
I will, however, share some thoughts about the state of computer hardware in this, the Year of Our Void 2025...
In my quest to find and/or build a computer which only runs FOSS---even at the lowest levels---I have learned/verified that everything is terrible. For instance, if you are running an Intel chipset manufactured in the last, oh, say, fifteen years, you are running MINIX.
This is because Intel's chipsets include something called the "Intel Management Engine," which is described as an "autonomous subsystem." It runs a tweaked variant of the MINIX 3 operating system, but it's largely an obfuscated binary blob which hasn't really been effectively reverse-engineered.
Essentially, it's a proprietary, "secret" OS which your "real" OS can't see and can't do anything about. And pretty much every privacy and security organization you've ever heard of has been saying it's terrible. Words like "rootkit" and "backdoor" flow freely.
Well, if you dig deeper, you'll find that every major chipset by every major manufacturer has something similar. So, if you'd like to mitigate the risk of being surveilled by your hardware, you're basically fucked unless you're willing to use a computer old enough to vote.
And this is before we even get to things like modern GPUs, video decoders, and wireless chipsets, which almost universally require undocumented binary blobs in order to work.
So, yeah, I'm kind of disappointed. Not surprised, of course, but frustrated that the answer to "How do I run only FOSS" is basically "Hahahahahahahha!"
Still, I'm not willing to let the perfect be the enemy of the good, or even the enemy of slightly better. There are ways to minimize one's "proprietary footprint" and risk, so my research into all of this ongoing.
I plan to write it all up once I've dug deeper.
That's a Good Place reference in the title, because I'm sitting here with my phone fully charged. Also? It's the new phone!
The upgrade process was only slightly less terrible than I feared. I didn't have to talk to a human, but I did have to scream uncontrollably in rage at an inanimate object for several minutes.
The "highlight" of the experience at the point was where I was halfway through the eSIM swap, and Samsung insisted I create an account and verify my phone number before it would let me out of the setup program.
It wanted to verify this number via a text, immediately, despite me not having a phone at that moment which could actually receive a text.
The "fix" for this was to bail all the way back out of the setup process and not let the phone connect to Wi-Fi. Apparently, if you don't have an Internet connection, setup shits itself in just the right way that it'll consent to let you out. Then you can manually connect to Wi-Fi, grab your eSIM, and you're golden.
Some people's children.
Anyway, I got my phone mostly working the way I want it, then I went to the grocery store.
According to my plans, I would have spent the rest of the day getting some work done on my computer and goofing off.
Things did not go according to plan.
I ended up making a big batch of Hungarian goulash, then a friend called about getting Linux running on an ancient laptop he had kicking around. I invited him over for dinner and technofuckery.
Then another friend texted that he had the day off and was in town, so I invited him over too.
Why did I decide to use my day "off" to entertain friends and fight with computers? I don't know, but I actually enjoyed it, so everything's cool.
Sadly, we couldn't get Ubuntu 24.04 to install on the machine. The laptop was an HP thing, at least a decade old. On paper, it just barely satisfied the minimum requirements for a desktop installation. In practice, it had a non-functional battery, at least one bad USB port, and I suspect either some kind of drive or controller issue.
The installer kept crashing, drives kept unmounting and remounting, and syslog was so full of random errors it actually apologized at one point. (I swear I'm not making that last part up.)
So, the laptop is heading to the recycling center, and I'm going to see about hooking my friend up with some kind of Linux-based mini-PC.
Today? I'm hiding in my room.
It looks like I might have something approaching a "normal" day ahead of me. And that trend might continue through the weekend!
I need to do grocery shopping today, and I also need to set up my new phone. Other than these two things, I should be able to focus on my projects, and might even make a little progress on the pile of moving-related clutter.
I'm still a little sore and grumpy, and I'm really not looking foward to going outside in this cold, but at least my list of annoyances is mercifully short today.
Various random thoughts...
Surprising no one, all of the muscles are stiff and sore today.
A neighbor/relative came over with their super beefy snowblower and cleaned up the rest of the driveway and yard yesterday afternoon. That was very awesome of them, because it means I don't have to poke around outside today and risk further injury.
Last night, UPS consented to deliver my new phone. I think it was about eight, but I'm not sure. I went to bed almost immediately after the hand-off.
I've been kind of a grumpy old fart these last few days. I should probably work on that.
It has been 0 days since I injured myself shoveling snow.
Apparently, we got around two inches of slushy, wet snow and sleet last night. And apparently when the plow when by they decided to put most of what landed in the street right at the end of my driveway.
And, of course, it froze.
So, instead of popping out to do a quick grocery store run and working on something productive, I spent two and a half hours hacking a wall of ice apart with a plastic shovel.
Reader, I hurt.
And I never made it to the store, because I was totally out of fucks to give once I got done with the yard.
I ordered my new phone on the thirteenth. I did this before two in the afternoon, which according to my carrier means my phone shipped that day and would be here two days after that.
My carrier happily reports that my phone shipped. UPS happily reports that a label for the phone was indeed printed, but they haven't even picked it up yet.
It is now the sixteenth, and I have a sneaking suspicious I'll have to talk to a human tomorrow.
In other news, it's snowing. I think we're going to luck out on the snow accumulation, but they're predicting an absolute shit-ton of freezing rain and icing. Which means I'm probably going to spend most of the day worrying about power failures and car crashes.
Oh, and we're going to have high winds with strong gusts all day tomorrow, so yeah, probably saying hello to my old friend, Darkness.
I'm not unaware of the synchronicity in moving back to a town I didn't want to be in, and the weather being just absolute shit for my first couple of weeks here.
It's like I'm a cartoon character walking around with person storm-cloud hoving over his head.
There is some good news, though. The spaghetti I made last night was astounding.
My digestive woes have continued unabated. Also? I got a terrible night of next-to-no sleep, mostly due to stress and anxiety dreams. Also? We could be getting a foot of snow tomorrow night.
So that's neat!
As predicted, I spent most of my Brain yesterday going over lists and sorting out my priorities. I've got things mostly figured out, and I think I have my time realistically scheduled. Of course, I won't know if these things are true until I've spent three or four days working on all of it.
Which, of course, means I need the weather and my guts to calm the fuck down and, you know, actually let me work.
I did get one Big Thing checked off my list yesterday: I ordered a new phone to replace the five-year-old potato I've been carrying around.
It's not an open, unlocked, FOSS phone like I wanted, but there's little I can do with a budget of $300 or less. I'll update my setup page when I receive it and get it working.
And let me just add here that the vendor, carrier, and software lock-in situation for phones these days is an utter catastrophe.
Anyway, today I have to go to the grocery store and do actual food shopping, instead of the piece-meal "just get enough to get by" trips I've been doing since I moved.
Beyond that, it's trying my best to follow the Schedule, and trying to get as much work done as I can.
Had breakfast with friends at a local diner I haven't been to in forever.
Pancakes were good, sausage was passable, but the home fries? Just awful. Like, when I was eating them, I kept thinking "These are really unimpressive." Over the next few hours, though, I continued to taste them every time I burped.
"Huh, those homefries sucked, actually."
This morning? Let's just say I've been awake for less than an hour and already made three trips to the bathroom.
But enough about pooping.
I spent the better part of yesterday and last night thinking about the long list of projects and side-quests I've taken on over the last few months. I also thought about the schedule I was trying to keep up with the week before I had to move.
Surprising no one---least of all me---I need to pare down the list. By, like, half.
In order to make progress on everything on my list, every day, I need something like twelve hours of Brain. On a good day? I have maybe six hours of Brain.
I knew about this limitation. I've known it for a while. I've known it for years, actually.
Why do I do this to myself? No idea. But I do it a lot.
I've lost count of how many people I know who have the same issue. They have far too many interests, take on far to many projects, and end up in a crying heap on the floor once or twice a year, fully overwhelmed.
You probably know the same kinds of people. Or maybe you are that person. Either way, let me out myself as one of them.
I'm going to take a couple of hours today paring down my list and trying to regain at least some kind of focus. The intention here is to pick One Project, Two Side-Quests, and plan to work on them four-to-six hours each day.
And yes, I wrote the above more for my benefit than yours. Maybe if I shout loudly enough into the void, I'll hear a faint echo when I inevitably start going off the rails again.
Anyway, time to poop!
As predicted, I did a whole lot of nothing yesterday.
Today, I'm meeting a couple of friends for breakfast, then I should probably hit a couple of stores. Don't really want to do either of these things.
Seeing my friends will be nice. Being surrounded by people in a busy diner will be less nice.
At least there will be pancakes.
I'm gassed.
I can count on one hand the number of hours I've spent on my various projects since the move. Instead of making progress on the things I want, I've been dealing with moving-related shenanigans, running too many errands to too many stores, and cleaning out the yard from back-to-back snowstorms.
And we're getting another storm on Wednesday night. And maybe another one this weekend. And I have to spend another half-a-day doing errands somewhere in between.
I'm at my best when I have a routine, and can perform said routine uninterrupted for days on end.
Reader, I am not at my best.
Today is an island of tranquility---a day I'm being left alone, with no calls on my attention, or demands on my time---and all I want to do is just melt into the couch and tune out.
Instead, I'm going to spend it desperately trying to claw out some progress on a couple of projects, I'm sure it'll be fruitless, and I'll give up long before lunch, but I'm hoping pure spite will give me at least a little headway.
Yesterday, my body decided it had had enough, and shut down. Nausea, chills, headache---a trifecta of ickiness that kept me under a blanket for most of the morning.
I figured something like this was going to be in the cards. A week of contant physical and mental stress,combined with a lot of poor food and beverage choices, virtually guarantees a crash, and this week was no exception.
I checked my email, but other than that I was glued to the loveseat and the television.
This morning I feel a lot better, and I would be excited for a day full of Doing All The Things, but it's snowing again. The forecast says we might have eight or ten inches out there by the time the sun comes up.
Hoping we get lucky again and don't get nearly that much. Expecting quite the opposite.
If I manage to cross anything off my list today it'll be a miracle.
I didn't make much progress on the moving-related stuff yesterday. There's stuff still scattered about the place, waiting to find its forever home in whichever drawer or shelf I decide to put it. I also need to move a couple pieces of furniture, but that's a project for Future Jeff---Present Jeff's back hurts. I had to shovel snow yesterday. Not a lot of snow, but enough to remind me that I spent several days lifting and carrying boxes.
Yesterday was good, though. I got up when I at 2am, got some work done, took care of the snow in the yard, and basically chilled until I went to bed 6pm. If that sounds like an insane sleep schedule, that's because it is, but it's what I like.
I love getting up at Stupid O'Clock, hours before anyone else is awake, and settlig into my day. I drink coffee, get my eyes open, and can work withou interruption or incident. Years of experience have taught me that I'm at my most productive and alert during the first three or four hours that I'm awake. Given that, getting up at two feels like I'm getting away with something.
Of course, my friends all laugh at me when I start nodding off at five, so that's a trade-off.
Anyway, today I'm doing errands and going to breakfast with my Dad, so I've got the feelng my stuff'll still be sitting around for me to deal with tomorrow. I had hoped to be done with everything by yesterday at the latest, but that was probably not a realistic goal to begin with.
I blame the weather.
I've unpacked nearly everything and moved things into at least the general vicinity of where they need to be. I still have to find homes for some of my crafting tools and materials, and I still need to sort out the enormous amount of letters and assorted paperwork I've been accumulating and ignoring, but...progress!
I spent most of yesterday running around doing errands. Buying things I need but didn't pack, or otherwise just getting in a little "retail therapy" to get that sweet, sweet dopamine.
Of course, this errand running meant I spent a lot of time climbing into and out of a car, which my body did not enjoy. Thankfully I won't have to do that again today.
I'll just have to deal with three-to-five inches of snow.
Anyway, work progresses on the technology front. The "beefy" laptop is mostly how I want it, and the "dodgy" laptop has been relegated to the closet until I figure out what I want to do with it. (Which means it'll be in the closet forever.)
Most of what remains to do is installing software I use, but not on a daily basis. Things like LibreOffice, for example. I've done most of the config diddling I need, and can safely leave the rest to adjust as the need arises.
The biggest remaining bit, I think is to see if I can get GNOMEBoxes running how I want it. I've been using VirtualBox to spin up machines since pretty much forever, but now I no longer want to have anything to do with Oracle. I asked around on Mastodon for FOSS alternatives and libvirt + GNOMEBoxes looks the closest to what I want.
Like I said, progress.
Oh, I also wrote a rant about why I use Linux, in case you're interested in that sort of thing.
Phase Two of the move is complete. And by "Phase Two" I mean that I retrieved the last of my stuff from the old place and moved it to the new place. And by "moved it" I mean that I spent three hours crammed into the back seat of a pickup truck, punctuated by packing and carrying heavy totes down stairs and across icy sidewalks and driveways.
Reader, I am sore.
I ended up wilfully leaving some stuff behind, including basically all of my kitchen gear like my cast iron pans and a dehydrator. This is partly due to the fact that I've barely used them in the past two years, and partly due to the fact that even the thought of humping that bulky and heavy shit out to the truck made me wince in agony by the time I got the rest of my stuff out there.
If you call that "laziness," I wouldn't put up much of a fight. Mostly because my body is in such a shambles this morning that it hurts to blink.
The good news, though, is the hard part's over. All that's left now is the puttering---setting up my work tables, connecting electronic bits, and putting books and sundries on shelves or in drawers.
In my self-imposed schedule, I'm giving myself today and tomorrow to finishing unpacking and settling in. Somewhere in there I'm going to try to get some work done on my various other projects, but mostly the in-between time will be spent recovering from yesterday.
The move proceeds. I spent some time yesterday unpacking things, but mostly I spent a lot of time looking at the space I have now and how I can best use it. I see some possibilities, but mostly I see a need to build a large bonfire, and to slowly push all my possessions into it while quietly giggling to myself and the neighbors.
I made good on my threat to replace Windows with Linux and reclaim my "beefier" laptop as my main machine. That was harder than I would have liked, but it's done and there was much rejoicing.
I still don't have my desk here, so I've been bouncing between a sofa and the kitchen table. It's been a while since I used a laptop like an actual laptop. I'm kind of digging it, although I miss having the screen real estate that a second monitor provides.
Today is going to be a lot more moving-focused, though. I'm getting the rest of my stuff tomorrow, which means I absolutely have to have the space ready to receive it.
I also have to decide whether or not to bite the bullet and rent a storage unit. That's been on my Someday Maybe list for a while, and now kinda seems like the time I should get on with that.
I'd like to get to the point where I can realistically live out of a backpack, with periodic trips to the storage unit as the need arises. Don't know if that's in the cards yet, economically. The place I was living in was a lot cheaper than my current place.
This move really sucks, in case I didn't make that clear before. I moved back to the town of my birth, and I really wanted to not be here anymore. The fact that I've been pulled back is weighing heavily on me.
That said, I got pizza last night from my favorite place. This was very intentionally a choice to celebrate the little things.
Got the essentials moved into the new place yesterday, and slept here last night. It was rough, not gonna lie. I got more sleep last night than the night before, only because I was utterly exhausted. It felt less like "sleep" and more like a "shutdown."
Today is going to be divided roughly into three clumps of activities: follow more normal routine as closely as possible; clean, unpack, and organize my space; try to decompress from the incredible stress all of this is causing. So far, so good.
Except I'm pretty sure I'm going to be wiping Windows off my other machine today and getting Ubuntu on it. It's quite honestly the exact sort of task I need to take my mind off the moving-related bullshit. Also? Monday and Tuesday are going to be filled with a flurry of activity and I don't want to be running on the dodgy box any longer than I have to be.
It's sort of like hitting yourself in the groin to distract you from a headache.
So, I'm moving house.
It's unexpected, unavoidable, and I have to be done with it in eight days.
There's a long story behind this, obviously, but I'm not going to go into it. What I am going to go into is how I still have crap I haven't unpacked from the last time I moved a little over a year ago.
In comparison to other people, I don't have a lot of stuff. Most of my possessions can fit comfortably into a relatively small room. That said, the ratio of "Things I Use" to "Stuff I Wouldn't Notice If It Disappeared" is extraordinarily lopsided.
As this blog suggests, I've started a digital housecleaning that began with turning to Linux as my primary OS, and will hopefully end with my running only FOSS using devices and storage totally under my control.
I'm trying to take this sudden relocation as a sign to not only continue that housecleaning, but to carry it to the rest of my possessions. Another chance to de-clutter and move toward a future where I'm free from garbage and dead weight.
Moving still sucks, though.