Boxed In

The story about how AMF and I made it back from DC continues to unfold, unravel, etc. Once everything is settled, I'll provide an update.

In the meantime, my apartment is now filled with boxes. I rushed home on Friday to make it to the airport and found 20 large boxes on the front porch, all addressed to my cat. They were filled with other boxes. That's probably a metaphor for something, but I can't say exactly what. I had to cart all of these inside, and now my place looks like a warehouse. More boxes arrived Tuesday. Six of them. This had better be the end. I live modestly. I do not have a forty box apartment.