moving, again.

Message sent, I now clean out the stacks of boxes and random junk I had managed to get into the apartment. The first load is already back in Barre-- seventeen 1.5 cubic foot boxes of books, roughly half of the books that are there. Still to come: the rest of the books (one carload), ten milk crates full of CDs (which is probably another load in itself), plastic storage crates with video game stuff in it, a monitor, a smallish stereo, an AV stand thingy, two folding chairs, and my old futon. Total, probably four carloads. Maybe five.

But I appear to have found another very good place to live. More on this in the near future. (Hint: It's on Dover Street, and some of my readers have been there many many times, on the second floor, at least.)

The whole condo renter thing is frustrating, though.