boxes and anticipation cycles
I'm surrounded by corrugated cardboard (which incidentally, although invented around the turn of the century, was made popular in part by Herman Krannert, the businessman who's money financed Illinois' Krannert Center for the Performing Arts, Krannert Art Museum, and the Krannert School of Management at Purdue). It smells like cardboard always does... and the the sound the tape really confirms that I'm moving.
Less emotions today and yesterday, although the sadness was at it's peak near the beginning of the week. But these days it's business-busy mode to get stuff done.
Tonight's my last night in the DawgHaus.