For any of you — or maybe even all three of you — who read my entry yesterday, today’s will clear up any puzzlements you might have had concerning it.
The fact, as a number of you already know, is that E.g. and I are moving to Saint John. We haven’t the foggiest idea when, but the sooner the better. Our recent trip was a reconnaissance mission.
Since getting back to Toronto, I’ve been antsy to do something — anything — to help facilitate the move. Although we managed to get six boxes of stuff out the door for the yard sale, there remain two storeys’ worth of everyday life cluttering up our apartment. And I know how much work it is to pack.
So yesterday morning, I wheedled E.g. into taking me to a store that sells cardboard cartons and bubble wrap and stuff. I want to be ready. There are books and CDs and similar items that can be packed now, and will never be missed.
The phrase “Passover mode” has been in my head, along with that all-systems-alert verse, since at least Friday evening. When I sat down to write last night, however, my words came out on the creative side, almost like fiction. I liked it — and besides, I was too tired to explain anything — so I left the entry as it was.
Okay, getting off the computer. See you tomorrow.