Home, Sweet Home

We're finally all the way finished. Regular readers may remember that this blog went into something of a black hole about three weeks ago when Talk Talk Talk Talk Talk headquarters was in the midst of a move. Mrs. Talk Talk Talk Talk Talk and I changed residences, but there were still a couple of loose ends. One prominent one was an offsite storage area that we've had for quite some time. Our monthly rent was coming due tomorrow, but we're now in a large enough place that we can accommodate the extra stuff, so we decided to move out. When we moved the first time, we did the sensible thing and hired movers. This time, though, since our space was only 5 feet by 10 feet, we figured we'd just take care of it ourselves. We knew that much of the stuff in there was boxes of books and record albums (remember them?), but somewhere in all our flurry to get things done, we seemed to have forgotten how much such things weigh. All I can say is that boy, are my biceps tired (I knew there's be a price for avoiding the gym), and my, isn't it nice to have all our possessions under one roof. Some of these boxes haven't been unpacked since we left Los Angeles a dozen years ago, and it will be fun reacquainting ourselves with albums in boxes marked with such alphabetical spreads as "Aphex Twin-Bowie" and "Pere Ubu-Sinatra" (yes, Spencer, we do sometimes mark our boxes).

The down side of spending most of the day clearing out the storage area is that I haven't much kept up with what's been going on today. I suppose that's what Saturdays are for. Still, if you want a link of some sort, take a look at Salon's Ask the Pilot column on how a pilot with an iPhone can trump the O'Hare control tower, a topic we were talking about ourselves not too long ago.

(Just a quick aside before I post. My, how times change. THe Microsoft Word spell check doesn't recognize Sinatra. It thought I might've been trying to type Sumatra or Sonata.)