I took a few last things to storage today. I won't have to go back again until the house sells - I still need to store a few book cases I can't bear to part with. Hopefully, I'll be able to bring everything home to Toronto sometime next year - that is if I become a legal immigrant. I had to visit the police station today, too. I needed a couple sets of fingerprints so the FBI can check to see if I'm a trouble maker. I could save them the time - I'm a trouble maker, for sure - but nothing more serious than stealing baby Jesus from a nativity scene in the town square where I went to college. I spent the night in jail for that one (we had a good time - it was me and 3 fraternity brothers - they put us in a cell by ourselves).

I digress -- My house is now devoid of clutter. There's nothing in any of the drawers or cabinets, and the painters did a dandy job. Now, I just need to clean everything - spic and span - over the next few days. I bought a bottle of wine to make things go smoother - should be fun.

Listening to: Baby (Somethin's Happening) - Peter Frampton

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