I'm still holding my breath

It just feels as though something big has to go wrong. Everything has worked out as smoothly as could be hoped so far. We have jobs, we had a yard sale and decluttered a bit, we went to Restaurant Week, we have all of our work secretaries hoarding boxes for us, we sent in a contract and a check for a rental property (which I will talk about more once the check cashes and I'm sure it's really ours)...

Luckily, I don't have much time to think about what can go wrong. I think I'll have just enough time to put everything in boxes, and start doing some more weight training so that my arms will have some idea what they're in for in a week.

miles and miles of black tape

today I threw out most of my old cassette tapes: mixes from high school; original tapes for which I've bought CDs, and since worn the CDs out; bootlegs of concerts... I kept most of the liner notes, especially from the mixes, but honestly, I just don't listen to them enough for them to make it one more move.

I have, of course, kept all of the maratcal tapes. those are going with me to the grave, or otherwise being commemorated in some way.