Laura and I arrived safe and sound in Boston late last night, with little to no trouble from Fawkes the Benz (that we didn't *totally* bring upon ourselves, anyway). I am now sitting in a mild disaster of a house half-disassembled from one roommate leaving, staring at today as the one day that serves as the empty square in one of those tile-sliding puzzles. Today my goal is simple: move as much of my stuff into its new homes to clear room for the other stuff to slide around afterwards. Hopefully this will not be as nightmarish as it sounds; mercifully I'm only moving rooms inside of one house this weekend, as opposed to actually swapping entire houses; one suspects this will make life exponentially easier, but one has certainly been wrong before...