Just under five weeks to M-day

So.
N and I have lived in Vegas for 25 and 17 years respectively. Now we are picking up and relocating ourselves to Portland, OR.
N is going first, in about five weeks, and I'm following about a month later.
This week, on Wednesday, the movers are coming to survey how much crap we're moving, since N's parents have tenderly volunteered to pay for professionals to do the move for us. I am aware that they are going to steal all our possesions, don't worry. I'm keeping a month's worth of clothes, my favorite books, and all of my other important stuff on my person - Gramma's diaries? Staying with me. Also, my cat is staying with me.
I do not trust that N won't "free" him into a river.
Challenges for the coming week, then, include packing N's room, getting rid of, I dunno, THE COMMADOR? Yes. The THREE obsolete cpus? Yes. So I'll be posting before, during and after pictures.
Expect a lot of updates Wednesday morning, because N will finally get down to business on Tuesday night. :)
Anyway, this may seem a little silly, but I'm really impressed by the number of tasks I have to accomplish in the next five odd weeks.
My best bud just went through this and I simply mocked. Now I see the true horror and am humbled.
Hopefully the payoff will be worth the effort.
Civel

The Letters of Oscar Wilde

Edited by Rupert Hart-Davis. I've been reading this for my thesis. Wilde's letters are really witty, in fact. He looks like a fun correspondent. Other than this, I've been working my butt off and getting ready to move. So "my cliche existence" is going to temporarily change its face, since I miss posting.
More on that to come, later today.

Dibs in Search of Self

This is not a book I would have picked up, but it is a very interesting non-fiction psychology text. In it, Dr. Virginia Axline tells the story of a messed up, genius 5 year old boy...well, I'll leave it there, because you really should read it.