Well, it seems to be working today. I'm still holding my breath, but I've been talking nice to it and that seems to work. Never underestimate the value of a little kindness. Back to work tomorrow, for my first full week after the move—should be interesting, but I feel well rested and ready to go, and it will be nice not to be rushing for once. It seems like I've had a lot of short weeks lately, not that I'm exactly complaining.

Spent most of the day down in my little cave room today, sorting through all the half-empty boxes and trying to consolidate. Got a few more out into the garage, and the coffee table in; the lounge area is looking pretty good. My VCR, however, seems to be fried—I think I might try taking it apart tomorrow to see if I can figure out what's up.