...To everyone who made The Big Move possible. Sincere thanks to Gunsmith Bob, Paul and Dr. Strangegun, who took an entire weekend-plus to help sort and load and fetch and haul -- and hook up a trailer in the driving rain.
Thanks to my employer, who decided last Fall that day-at-a-time vacations might be all right after all. Without that, I'd've never managed.
Thanks as well to the many, many fast-food and truckstop operators along the freeway, to whom I can only offer this homage from one of their own.* Without coffee, snacks, fuel and Modern Plumbing, it would not have been possible.
The Data Viking, Tam and I had a delighful dinner this evening at a local brewpub, where my newfound enjoyment of hard cider provided a bit of comic relief (it was a Very Full Glass, doggone it!) and my dining companions enjoyed Scotch Eggs for the first time. (Yum!) True friends are hard to find -- and all too often, taken for granted.
* I first read this at Sunni Maravillosa's blog. Some will find much to criticize in it -- hey, he's just one guy.
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