Lingering good-byes.

It is finished.
All my work for this quarter is done.
All that is left in my apartment is what I'm shipping, what's flying with me, and one final box to be stored. And trash.
I'm leaving for Friday Night Magic here in a bit, picking up dinner on the way. Annie is being shut down and boxed up. this always makes me oddly sad.

I fly out on Sunday morning. Odd are you'll next hear from me once I've settled in Back East.