Archives: Moving

Books: The Un-Boxening


I’ve moved into a new house. A new house seemingly inhabited by boxes. Boxes that shift and rearrange themselves into a continuously moving maze. I started tackling one section of that maze, attempting to clear away the savage boxes to make room for civilized living. Specifically, the room that is to be my library, the sanctum from which I will type such drivel as this you are currently reading.

As you can see from the picture above that I herded the boxes into a large, centrally located heap. Those are my books, sequestered within those cardboard confines. I’ve missed them, most having been in storage for several months. Let my books be free!

The Web Log is on the Move

The Web Log is spending the day packing. Along with — probably — most evenings for the rest of the week, right up until the night before the moving truck arrives. Next week’s web log post will be written in my library in the new house — assuming I’m not too busy unpacking. I’m considering the inappropriate and pretentious appellation “Meduseld” for the new digs. Snazzy, huh?

Now, back to packing.


My comfort zone is one of routine. I function best in conditions of familiarity and habit. That isn’t to say I dislike a change of pace or scene, but I think it safe to say that Vacation Ken, for example, is less efficient and sharp than Comfort Zone Ken.