This will have to be a quick post because I hear thunder in the distance. I'm just in the process of packing up my room to leave for Stony Plain on Sunday. I've always enjoyed organizing stuff-- in a strange way-- and it actually feels pretty good to be sorting through all my stuff. Lots of things are being thrown out or recycled. Just put on some tunes and go at it. I'm being rather ruthless in what I'm throwing away. Some boxs I haven't looked at in years and if I haven't been in a box for over a year, I probably don't need the contents. It looks like a grenade went off in my room. Still lots to do but I'm going to the tea house at 7:30pm.