Long story short, the people who own the house I've been living in wish to sell it and I do not wish to live in Indiana for a whole 'nother 12 months, so with three weeks left on my lease, I'm shoving everything except the cats and some beer into boxes to put it in storage because I've got a six-month lease on a 1BR apartment. Blogging will be light to non-existent until I get settled, but I will be blowing off steam on Twitter.
I'm also taking a lot of pictures of things I will have to deaccession. My mother has been trying to throw away my grandfather's La-Z-Boy for ten years, and she will probably finally get her chance--but not until I get some more photos of the cats sleeping on it. I felt safe in that recliner, until one of the springs popped out of the bottom (probably in the 1960s they did not design furniture to hold fat people). Mostly, it's a strange sad "This is Your Life" in artifacts...a Krating Daeng bottle that I have at at least ten years and have moved at least six times, a half-dozen blank books that are still blank, a whole ream of software test plan print-outs that were too low on toner to use but the other side was blank for scratch paper! I should probably be boxing now and sorting later, but it's so crazy.
My dad says the lease thing is God kicking me in the ass so I do something different--and yeah, I have been stagnating.