Well, it's that time of the year again. Exams, term papers, and thesis defenses are a thing of days gone by; it's moving time (and the crowd goes wild). Although we initiated the moving process a few weeks ago when Carmen and I lugged a few miscellaneous boxes to an attic hideaway, the real deal began on Monday morning. After a bittersweet farewell at the Roanoke Airport (Carmen is living with her twin sister in Barcelona for the summer), I decided to busy myself with packing.So, Zoe and I promptly went for a seven mile run. Of course, after the run there was plenty of end-of-year work to do at the office, library books to return, etc. Somewhat later than anticipated, I officially commenced stage two of the moving process. Surprised yet again by the loudness of packaging tape, I entombed a few stacks of books and miscellaneous folders within their temporary cardboard residences and glanced at the clock. Amazingly, this taxing effort had consumed 1.5 hours of my day (to be fair, much of that time was spent leafing through old notebooks and ultimately determining that most of the pages would be put to better use in the recycling bin). Given my workload and cycling commitments for the remainder of the week (culminating with a 115-mile Roubaix-ian [or even Flanderian] epic on Friday with Cole), I must learn to page through a few less novels whilst stowing away.
