Back in town

House: in process of being sold. Barring nothing going wrong.
House contents: sold to bookstores; taken away for auctioning; left behind for presumed next owner to pick over and have hauled away; taken away to long term storage; being FedExed to me. As of just yesterday for the last, and I came home today to find a delivery note on my door. That was fast!
Me: in need of a couple months of twelve-hour sleepnights. Funded for next year, and assigned to C/assembly language rather than "teaching HTML and Excel to the unwilling masses".

( After this, the deluge )

Heh, math

I just got to apply the Pigeonhole Principle:

"these socks do not match, I only have two kinds of white sock, I need a third white sock".

I intend to try going to contra-dancing. How much I can do seems questionable, I'm hitting the woozy stage.

I forgot to gripe about having forgotten half my Mere Christianity notes in Chicago. Guess I'll have to re-read. I hope FedEx didn't dmaage my mother's computer, because mine is starting to hit mosquito levels again.