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I’m coming to the conclusion that no one actually wants a free 26″ working RCA television. Fine then, I’ll just keep the thing and store it in a garage somewhere until I have somewhere to live that I’ll need it.

I’ve begun packing. Ran out of boxes that are good for books, though, so I’ll have to find more sometime today. And I’ll have to figure out what I want to put in the bigger boxes that will be manageable enough to carry. Logistics of packing for a move… I’ve become an old hand at it, it’s practically an art form now.

I have a mildly smouldering anger growing in me. I must decide whether or not to act on it or let it go through me. Either way, something will change. But that’s what this winter is about thus far – change and movement. I know I’m not the only one going through it. There’s something odd about the year.