strange but harmless.

unpack. sort. throw away. unpack. sort. reconstruct. unpack. re-sort. you get the idea.

the circle of irony continues on unabated, which pleases me greatly. it has long taken a life of its own, and it’s going to serve as an excellent way to keep up with folks hither and yon; along with the steady stream of emails from friends, i feel just about as informed of goings-on as i did when i still lived in virginia.

like JLS said, it’s a different world now - moving away doesn’t mean what it used to. it’s nowhere near as personal now, of course; i miss the physical presence of my tribe, to be certain. nevertheless, here i am, typing away about my little doings for the benefit of us all. wheee

no word on the third cube. the first two sit empty on the curb, silently awaiting their kin.