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All my desk stuff is packed, so I am just waiting on the official mover dudes to pick it all up and move me 3 miles or so to near the main campus. The 3 miles is not in a line towards home, so I will still have almost the exact same commute from home. Still, it is more convenient than Alison's 42-mile commute, but less than Kathie's 0.75-mile commute.
We are in that in-between stage when we have watched everything on the DVR, but the fall season has not yet started, so there is little to watch or record. In two weeks, though, there will be too much, so I will try to enjoy this time and maybe try to play with photos a bit.
Kathie and I are taking a little long weekend trip to Flagstaff this weekend to celebrate our 33rd anniversary. Nothing special planned, but it will certainly be cooler up there.
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There once was a man named Michael Finegan
He grew whiskers on his chin-agan
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finegan - begin again
There once was a man named Michael Finegan. He grew fat and then grew thin again. Poor old Michael Finegan - begin again.
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