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Meta-comment: We have too much crap. This admission comes as a shocking surprise to the Gentle Readers, I am sure.

I have finally conquered Mount Paperwork, filing recent stuff and shredding phone bills from 1998. (For some values of the latter. The shredder choked and died on nynex-spew and Steve only just resuscitated it.) This has been an albatross hanging on my neck for, um, three years now. (Embarrassed cough.) I am now embarked on the utter random junque in the rest of the basement, punctuated with further "discussions" with Steve about his vast pile of unused and yet-unsold electronica. CRAIGSLIST. EBAY. I DON'T CARE, JUST FUCKING DO IT.

Not terribly sanguine about getting it all done in time--I may yet have to take Friday off for frantic throwing stuff into boxes. Didn't help that yesterday was expended in time-consuming yet necessary (and at least productive) running around. For instance, we now have a furniture item to put the TV and its attendant components on when the nice men move them in. A propos, anyone want to buy a gently-used entertainment center of unusual size? It's a nice piece, or three pieces as the case may be, it just won't fit in the destination room due to low ceiling.

The garage. We haven't even touched the goddamn garage yet. Sweet monkey Jeebus, what a job that's going to be.

I only engage in five-minute bouts of helpless coughing when I'm trying to sleep, now. This is something of an improvement. I think all the dust and cobwebs I'm stirring up in the basement are likely to prove unhelpful, though.