Packing

A day of packing. Atrocious pouring rain this morning when the box delivery man arrived dripping. With Lorraine's supervision, I made decisions about packing and Lorraine and I gradually filled a dozens of boxes. Calliope persistently climbing in as we did so.

Meanwhile the agency calling to squeeze some work out of me on Friday morning. It was ever thus: the times when you make it absolutely clear you can't work is when folks beg you most to do it. Tiring work, and dust from the more untroubled volumes of books making Lorraine sneeze. Calliope scratching at the boxes and climbing on everything.

In the evening off to the gym with Lorraine, who is already 100 times friendlier with the people there than I have ever been. Another good session. Both slumped after on the gold sofa having done a decent day's work.

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